#silm

[thewhitewolf2002]

I love this fandom, look at this person's comment:

😂😂😂 so true

#silmarillion #silm #lord of the rings #tolkien

[naarisz]

Shiny princes :)

#silmarillion #silm #tolkien #silm art #the silmarillion #finrod felagund #finrod #maedhros #maitimo #fingon #findekano #art #lotr

[thecoolblackwaves]

#weekly poll wednesdays #my posts #tolkien #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #silm #silmarillion #silm fandom #lotr fandom #hobbit fandom #dwarves #elves #hobbits #ents #wizards #balrogs

[nynevefromthelake]

Not going to be normal about them

#silmarillion #silm #silmarillion fanart #silm art #tolkien #tolkien fanart #sketch #finrod #finrod felagund #beor #beor the old #finrod/bëor #finrod x bëor

[cilil]

In today's episode of random Mairon feels: Thinking about how insanely admirable and charismatic and beautiful he is... but when jealousy, grief or hatred take over, something savage and ugly shines through

#something something fallen angels and corruption #something something inner evil manifesting #mairon #sauron #headcanons #my headcanons #silm #lotr #silmarillion #lord of the rings #thoughts and feelings

[carlandrea]

what the hell is going on with the Maeglin Lúthien parallels. Aredhel and Thingol both wander off into Nan Elmoth specifically and mysteriously vanish. There’s an uhhh dubiously consensual enchantment situation. Lómion and Tinúviel. Does this mean anything. What’s going on here.

#silm #genuinely if anyone has any thoughts on what’s going on here I would love to hear them

[queerofthedagger]

i love fingon so much just. he's so good and so reckless and he loves so fiercely it makes him do the most stupid shit, and in turn no one ever quite puts him first. I'm going to eat glass

#*mine #tolkien #the silmarillion #silm #fingon #turgon and gondolin. fingolfin and his despair. maedhros and his oath. aredhel and turgon. and so on and so FORTH. and YET #god. godddd #i'm fine it's fine I just need to lie down in traffic for a hot second #not even FINGON puts fingon first. he survives the helcaraxe and goes rescue maedhros #and i don't even mean he handles it gracefully i LOVE the idea of a fingon with a bit of an edge. who jumps head-first into danger #/because/ of all this. no one quite cares all that much cleary so why should he. he just wants to feel something so he might as well do som #unhinged fucking shit. move move move then at least you don't have to think so much #just. do you GET IT #screaming crying pls ignore me #these tags are a mess but this is what my brain has been like for a week straight so. yk #just. my guy :((

[glorf1ndel]

Sauron: So you have finally arrived, Lúthien Tinúviel...

Lúthien: To you it's TinúviHELL, 'cause that's where I'll be sending you!

Beren, completely traumatized, talking to a werewolf: Do you see her?? That's my WIFE

#I have a lot of thoughts about how tol-in-gaurhoth went down #silm #beren and luthien #sauron #luthien #luthien tinuviel #beren #beren erchamion #incorrect silmarillion quotes #tolkien #incorrect tolkien quotes

[glorfindelweek]

Hello all! A reminder that Glorfindel Week is in 7 days! That’s right, one week! 😄 Check out the FAQ and Prompts page for more information.

This event welcomes all kinds of fanworks. Don’t forget to reblog creators’ works – we love that! 💛

Gondolin background art is by Ted Nasmith!

#glorfindelweek #glorfindel week #lotr #lord of the rings #silm #silmarillion #glorfindel #tolkien #tolkien event

[amathris]

he says he has no freckles!!!

#art #artists on tumblr #fanart #the lord of the rings #silmarillion #lotr fanart #tolkien #tolkien elves #maitimo #maedhros #feanaro #feanorians #silm art #the silmarillion #silm #the silm fandom

[ettelenethelien]

When Finrod is reembodied at the beginning of the War of Wrath he holds the record for "Shortest time spent in Mandos for an Exile" (81 years of time as it passes outside)

He holds it, perhaps, until one Noldorin woman slain in the Last Alliance is reembodied after 70 years. It is much debated whether this counts or not, given that she died after the Doom was lifted.

Neither of the parties concerned will comment on the matter.

#now to be precise: 80 years is quick enough even not for a Noldo #these things take time usually #there *were* a few Vanyarin soldiers who got clean deaths in battle during the war of wrath and returned after some 10 years #but those were very much outliers #my post #Tolkien #Silmarillion #silmarillion headcanon #finrod #halls of mandos #silm #silm hc

[bulletproof-vampire]

Someone should make an edit of Castles crumbling by Taylor swift and Hayley Williams to a LotR or silmarillian character idk which one cuz there are a lot that would fit with

#lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #taylor swift #taylor edits #lotr edit #silmarillion #silmarillion edit #Elrond #Aragorn #glorfindel #silm #hobbit #elves #tolkien elves #Gondor

[light-of-the-two-trees]

A draft scene from a long, daunting AU that I hope to one day fully write, in which Miriel survives to give birth to all five of Finwe's children (meaning they are full siblings), and Feanor is also the third of five children rather than the eldest, younger than Fingolfin.

(The happier timeline of two even for this AU, in which I don't make things play out just as they do in canon regardless of the changes as I want to in the sadder timeline. The birth order for the Finweans here is Findis (not so named), Fingolfin, Feanor, Lalwen and Finarfin, if anyone's curious). Scene features Feanor and Fingolfin reconciling after Fingolfin sails to Beleriand.

It was a shock seeing him standing there, despite expecting it fully. His brother was still dressed in all his royal finery like a stray piece of Aman that had neglected to blend into the grim darkness of Endórë. He looked every inch the High King of the Ñoldor — which Fëanáro distantly realised he was now — right from his swept-back hair to his impossibly clean boots. No blood stained his clothes, and the salt and sea-spray seemed to have marred them not — in fact, it seemed he'd even fixed his hair. Upon his gleaming dark hair sat Atar's crown, the silver circlet sparkling there as if it belonged nowhere else, and right then Fëanáro wanted nothing more than to rip it off, any damage to Ñolofinwë's perfectly styled hair be damned, and toss it into the ocean because it was just another reminder that their father was gone, and never going to return.

In stark contrast of course, Fëanáro was soot-stained, shivering, bleary-eyed from having stared at too many maps and records with nothing but lamplight, and not at all fit to be meeting any person, let alone a King — just like everyone else except for His Most Royal and Exalted Highness, so it did not bother him very much.

He stared at Ñolofinwë, waiting for him to announce his business.

'Should I sit?'

Fëanáro pointed to a chair, and Ñolofinwë sat. Then, without asking, he reached out for a metal cup and jug by the chair, filled the cup with water from the jug, and took a long swig from it.

After that, he sat there and did nothing but stare the cup or into the middle distance for some time.

'Why are you here?' Fëanáro asked at last, when the silence and expectant staring grew unbearable. Ñolofinwë looked up from his long-since-emptied cup, and sighed.

'I was here to ask if you're alright.'

Was he alright? Fëanáro did not know, nor did he understand why Ñolofinwë might have been asking. But he wasn't not alright, as far as he knew, so he said, 'Yes, I'm alright.'

Ñolofinwë nodded, and turned back to the cup.

Fëanáro decided to pretend that his brother was no longer there, and went back to the map that Círdan's people had given him.

Some more time passed.

Then, at last, Ñolofinwë broke the silence. 'Why were you going to burn the ships?'

It wasn't at all a considered movement when Fëanáro turned around. snatched the cup from Ñolofinwë's unresisting hands, and threw it to the ground furiously. He even took a moment to stare at the cup and then his hand in bewilderment before crying, 'Why did you conspire to have me killed, then, brother? Answer this first!'

Ñolofinwë had gone very still again. After a moment, he breathed, stood up slowly, and picked the cup up from where it lay before placing it down gently upon Fëanáro's desk. His face looked hard and cold. 'Who told you that?' he asked evenly.

'It takes no Loremaster to figure out your designs,' Fëanáro snapped back. 'You wanted to have me sent to Lórien. Your intentions could not be any clearer.'

Ñolofinwë let out one of his long, beleaguered sighs. 'I will admit, Fëanáro, that I was asking Atar to convince you to visit Lórien. But my aim was never to kill you — I can't see how you would even imagine that from such an innocuous suggestion.'

'You do not send people to Lórien simply for a holiday.'

'But what of comfort, and counsel? Those are the reasons for which most people visit Lórien!' Ñolofinwë's voice rose a little, and he pushed it back down into his courtly, even tones. 'You were...I am not sure how to put it, Fëanáro, but you scared us during those last days. We did not wish for you to be suffering.'

Fëanáro shook his head. 'I was quite well all throughout,' he insisted, though his mind flashed back traitorously to the awful headaches, the exhaustion, the constant worry at the back of his mind as to whether the Silmarilli were safe and well. 'If you wished for me to depart for Mandos, you need not have arranged a route via Lórien. A knife to the heart would have—'

'Stop!' Ñolofinwë cut in sharply. 'Do not speak of killing, Fëanáro — I do not care to hear it, and especially not so callously. And tell me, please tell me, why do you think sending — not even sending, but suggesting you to go to Lórien, would be anything other than a suggestion for seeking advice and rest? Why would it ever be done to kill you? I don't understand!'

Another heavy, oppressive silence hung in the air.

Then Fëanáro cleared his throat and whispered, 'Ammë went to Lórien.'

Ñolofinwë's face went ashen, and he fell back into his chair. 'Oh. Oh, Fëanáro...'

'It was the only way you would know to kill.'

As suddenly as he'd sat down, Ñolofinwë stood up again and pulled Fëanáro into a tight embrace.

Fëanáro let him pull him close, unresisting — it felt like being young again, when being held by a parent or sibling was enough to drive away any fear, no matter how awful. 'I had never meant it that way, Fëanáro,' murmured Ñolofinwë. 'Lórien does not...I didn't know you thought...I wouldn't...'

'Truly?' asked Fëanáro, moving away. His mind went back to the overheard conversation, the rumours about something dark in Lórien. Where had he heard it? From his sons? Who'd heard it from...whom? Had he asked them, or simply believed it, since it had made good sense at the time?

Moringotto... of course. Curse Moringotto a thousand times over!

'Yes, truly,' said Ñolofinwë, earnestly. 'And I am sure the business with the swords was much the same, wasn't it? I'd heard whispers of your 'madness', though I do not remember where they came from...'

'I was wearing two swords that day, you know. I'd brought one for you,' Fëanáro admitted quietly. 'A gift of reconciliation.' That sword was still unbloodied, unlike his own, lying under this very desk, in fact. 'You must have heard the same sorts of things — that I hated you enough, was mad enough, as they put it, to wish you dead.' He'd never wished it, he knew, never had. Even with the flaming torch in his hands, ready to toss, he'd only hoped his brother would turn back and go home, as Arafinwë had.

He did not want to think about what might have happened had he set the ships aflame.

'Moringotto,' said Ñolofinwë, having drawn the same conclusions. 'I'm going to kill him.'

'I am,' Fëanáro retorted. It felt so wonderfully banal, nothing but a pointless, teasing argument with his elder brother only for the sake of it, that his lips stretched into a smile, after what must have been months.

'We could do it together,' Ñolofinwë suggested. The ice had already melted from his eyes and face. 'With both of us, I doubt he'd stand a chance.'

Fëanáro snorted. 'You're right, but you don't even — wait, no, you do.' He crouched down upon the floor, and felt around in the dark recesses under the travelling desk before pulling out an intricate scabbard, from which a silvery-dark hilt gleamed. He stood up, and handed the sheathed blade hilt-first to Ñolofinwë.

'Is it the one you were going to...'

'The very same,' replied Fëanáro. 'I'll make better ones once we have the proper facilities, of course. Some of the people around — I'll tell you all about them soon enough, and their highly fascinating language — mentioned all sorts of interesting metals that might be made into useful alloys. But until then, you'll at least have an actual weapon apart from your formidable anger to go against Moringotto with.'

Ñolofinwë smiled, and pulled the sword from its sheath, admiring the gleam of the pale blue-white lamplight upon its sharp blade. 'Thank you.'

'Don't...don't thank me like that.' Fëanáro took a deep breath, and gathered his thoughts. 'Should we try to put this behind us, if we can? Please?'

His brother nodded at once, and Fëanáro felt a crushing weight lift from his shoulders. His back straightened, and for the first time in so long that he could not quite pinpoint when and where it had begun, the gaping wound between Fëanáro and his brother felt like it was coming a little closer to healing over.

#i'm starting to try and tackle the task of *writing* this AU that's been rattling around in my head since like august last year #so prepare to hear about it lol #the silmarillion #silm #legendarium tag #feanor #fingolfin #children of miriel au #<- tentative au tag #and it was not void #my fic

[cheesy-cryptid]

✨ Light of Eärendil ✨

#artists on tumblr #digital art #digital illustration #digital painting #lotr #lord of the rings fellowship of the ring #lord of the rings #jrrk #Silmarillion #Galadriel #lothlorien #frodo #frodo baggins #silm #tolkien #elves #tolkien elves #nik's art #star of Eärendil

[anattmar]

strong mama Nerdanel

#the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #nerdanel #feanor #maedhros #maitimo #fanart #illustration #digital art

[carlandrea]

Tinúviel, Tinúviel

#tolkien #silm #luthien tinuviel