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aeonianarchives · 2 years
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Why did I ever think I could outrun them
The Reader, is a Son of Fëanor, and they join the dwarves to reclaim Erebor, but when they see the Arkenstone they realise it is a silmaril, they have a existential crisis but it is also causing Thorin's Dragon Sickness.
A/n: yes i know i have written a Fëanorian reader but I just love writing these so much Technically Part two of Take these broken wings and learn to fly, Canon divergence about the silmarils by like a lot
Implied Reader x Glorfindel
"It's Dragon sickness I've seen it before, It befell his grandfather Thráin" Balin said, the Elf stood in the doorway as the hobbit and the dwarf talked.
"What does this Arkenstone look like" You questioned stepping in the two jumped having not heard you, you had joined the company after they travelled threw Imladris, you seemed to be a good friend of Gandalf and the Elven King Thranduil seemed slightly scared of you.
Balin nodded and you walked over to the book, The Arkenstone shone of its own inner light, and appeared a "little globe of pallid light" in darkness, and yet, cut and fashioned by the Dwarves, it took all light that fell upon it and changed it into "ten thousand sparks of white radiance, shot with glints of the rainbow".
The book read, "If you find it, keep it away from Thorin, The Arkenstone has cursed this gold, it is the reason for the Dragon sickness, do not say anything until i return" You said in worry the hobbit clearly saw it brought something up in your past you clearly wanted to outrun and forget.
Kili and Fili almost bumped into you, you span around to face them, "Do not find that Arkenstone whatever you do, it is more trouble than what it is worth" You said the Dwarves looked at each other and shrugged as they watch you disappear to find thorin.
You shoved the Large heavy oaken door's open, Thorin glared up at you, "The Arkenstone has cursed this gold, the dragon sickness is a warning Thorin the Stone is more trouble than it is worth" You said as you approached him and Dwalin.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ELF, IT IS THE KINGSTONE IT IS THE HEIRLOOM OF MY KIN" Thorin yelled
"THAT IS NO HEIRLOOM OF DWARVES" You yelled back at the dwarf who fell back on his throne in shock, the anger in your eyes, how cold they where, it scared him.
"IT IS, IT IS THE KINGSTONE" Thorin yelled you sighed
"No it's not, it is cursed it induces dragon sickness and it has cursed the gold in this mountain" You said pinching the bridge of your nose not wanting a shouting contest.
"you have no proof" Thorin said
"look i don't want to fight over this stupid rock again, either believe me because i know what it actually is, or ask me to leave, i'm not going start a pissing contest nor am i going to fight in one, Thranduil is here for one thing, a thing you can easily give him yet this rock is making you greedy" You said shoving a finger into his chest
"Run back to your boyfriend in Rivendell i'm sure he will protect you" Thorin hissed you huffed and left the mountain, you managed to get into Dale without being detected.
"Mithrandir, we need to talk" You said to the Wizard who turned around to you.
"I thought you where still with Thorin my lord" Mithrandir said
"No not anymore, but this is important and about Thorin" You said the Wizard lead you to a tent and you followed him in, you looked to Bard and nodded he smiled and then you looked to Thranduil and rolled your eyes.
"The Arkenstone is not a heart of a mountain, mountains don't have rocks that can shine without any lights, the Arkenstone is a silmaril, it is inducing Thorin's Dragon sickness, it is better lost then found" You said
"No it's not if Thorin has it at least you don't have it Kinslayer" Thranduil said you ignored the elven king
"As long as Thorin is plagued by the sickness he's not letting any of that wealth leave the mountain and a battle isn't a good idea to get it, while the dwarves where stuck in Thranduil's prisons I made my way to Dol Guldur, where me and the rest of the white council drove the necromancer away, but legions of Orcs and wargs had left marching from the fortress i suspect more come fro gundabad, you would be able to face two fronts and Thorin has called for aid from the iron hills, if you want to get your gold to rebuild and your stupid gems of starlight then i suggest we solve this peacefully, the silmaril feed off of anger and emotion" You said
"And how are we meant to do that" Bard asked you looked down
"I do not know, I have not found a way to break it's hold, Emotions are a strong thing to break from and repress" You replyed
"What do you mean you haven't found a way i thought you just came up with this" Bard questioned
"Lord Y/N, has been on Middle Earth since before the Elves taught the trees to speak, before minis tirith was built" Gandalf said Bard whistled
"That's Old" Bard said in slight shock Bilbo came in and did a whole speech before showing the Arkenstone.
You Groaned "This is worse than giving it to Thorin Bilbo, but i suppose this may work" you said
"What are you doing here" Bilbo asked
"Thorin chucked me out of the mountain for saying the truth" You replied the hobbit snuck back and Thranduil and bard didn't even listen about the war.
"Either fight under my command, follow the Wizard or go back to Imladris" Thranduil said walking away from you, you groaned you were the prince of the Noldor and here you where taking orders from a sindar refuge king who you saved and still hates you.
You stood besides Gandalf, Bilbo soon came down to you both, "Bilbo stick by Lord Y/N" Gandalf said the hobbit nodded, the hobbit soon found out the elven lord had more skill than he originally thought.
And he really held a grudge against the Arkenstone, or whatever it was.
"What is the Arkenstone, you said it wasn't just a shiny rock" Bilbo asked
"Is a silmaril, Fëanor forged them long before elves where in middle earth, they are what lead to wars and kinslayings they are a bad omen for my people as much as they are the heirloom of my house, much like the rings of power are" you grunted blocking a sword
"The silmarils hold the light of the two trees of Valinor in them, they also hold curses to them, any mortal creature will fall to the greed of my father, and the gold they own will reek of the curse, However the Valar made it so it burns my family if we pick them up" You told the hobbit decapitating yet another orc
"They have a long and gory past, one was thrown into the ocean it's bearer wandered off and was never seen or heard of again, although Lindir looks awfully like him, the second was cast into what his now called mount doom, it's bearer was drove to insanity and threw himself in with it, the last was lost on a battle field and now the dwarves found it and claimed it as there kings stone, it is ridiculous" You said spinning around and slicing the chest of an orc who was about to kill bilbo.
The battle was soon over and you where glad to see the stone buried with Thorin, you placed a hand on bilbo's shoulder to comfort him making the hobbit turn and hug your leg crying you simply delt with the hobbit on your leg it reminded you of young Earendil who ran to you every time something went wrong more often than not he was hugging your leg crying,
A/n: kinda just felt like writing a the arkenstone is a silmaril and just combine it with a fic i already had going
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formenos · 2 years
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It’s been ten whole days since I opened the hellsite?
Anyway! I’ve finished The Silmarillion and I’m not ashamed to say I bawled my eyes out when I finished it. Is it just… the norm that every Silmarillion fan forms an intense attachment to Maedhros and then cries when he inevitably dies?
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cclumsyart · 2 years
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fantasychica37 · 2 years
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*puts on tinfoil hat and points at mystery box* CONFIRMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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rain-writeswriting · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Arkenstone Additional Tags: Arkenstone - Freeform, The Arkenstone is Bad News, The Silmarillion References, Implied Arkenstone is a Silmaril Series: Part 1 of I am but waiting for you Summary:
There is more to the Arkenstone than it seems.
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fistfuloflightning · 5 months
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meeting a legend
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arofili · 1 year
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The Silmaril melted away in the fires of the earth.
It is no longer there; its power diffused into the heart of Arda. The piece of its maker that was trapped within was released, and the soul of the one who bore it down into its unmaking was set free.
But the earth remembered.
Some of that power dissipated into the soil, and great flowers and trees grew up, up, into the sky, reaching for the Star of High Hope that was their kin.
Some of that power escaped into the air, and echoes of song floated along the breezes, guiding lost travelers always, always to the sea.
Some of that power vanished into the waters, and shone upon pearls brighter and more beautiful than any seen before.
And some of that power was carried down, down, down into the forges of the world itself, and with time and pressure and heat was reshaped into something resembling its former self.
The Silmaril was not found in the mines deep below the Lonely Mountain. But a spark of its power did travel there, and settled into an ordinary gem, and by the skilled hands of the dwarves who delved there was made into a jewel worthy of a king.
The Arkenstone, the heart of the mountain: it remembers what once it was, the blood that was spilled for it, the power it wielded. Its echoes linger, like mournful songs carried along by sea-breezes.
The Arkenstone is not the Silmaril. It is not the same jewel for which Oaths were sworn and kin were slain. But it remembers. And those who hold it feel that history in their hands, and some part of them remembers, too.
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@funwithfanon fest day 2, fanon inversion
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talestobetold · 1 year
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The Silmarils, the Arkenstone, and Gimli's Heirloom: Great Crafts in a Post-Noldor Middle-Earth
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46035547
Little essay on the Arkenstone-As-Silmaril theory. Posted as part of the @funwithfanon Day Two challenge
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warthoong · 1 year
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new(I've never seen it before) theory about Arkenstone: it's not a Silmaril, but it's a stone that lied near the Silmarill in the ground and soaked/absorbed the Silmaril's light.
OR Arkenstone is a... stony crust around the Silmaril, and light gets through it(so Arkenstone is not a Silmaril, but also it is)
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griddlenav · 2 years
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Every time I think I've finally managed to ignore this shit show I come across a gifset of a character spouting some of the dumbest lines ever written.
Since when does Mithril have anything to do with the Silmarils!!
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bitterfoam · 2 years
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//serious question though: did Tolkien just forget about Daeron and Maglor or what?
Did they bump into each other in the Third Age, form an emo duet, and spook travellers by singing eerie songs at dusk?
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i cannot WAIT to write the scene from bbom where the pc + gandalf go to check on the arkenstone
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prinzgnomeovonchaos · 3 months
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You've heard of "what if the arkenstone was a silmaril?" and "what if the dwarves of the lonely mountain dug up maedhros along with the stone?", now get ready for "what if the volcano maedhros jumped into turned into another dwarven stronghold and instead of waking up a balrog in moria, the whole ruckus raised an unreasonably tall, grumpy redhead from the longest involuntary nap ever?"
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stilltrails · 3 months
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The Arkenstone being a Silmaril will always be my favorite hc, partly because it gets half of the fandom unreasonably mad for no reason, and secondly because it could work.
and i like to throw the feanorians in the mix whenever i can. like how cool would it be to chisel out an elf too
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tanoraqui · 25 days
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queenship under siege and there's a WHAT in this mountain?! (LotR)
[re: badly described WIPs fics I almost certainly will never actually write - in the lead with 17.5% of the vote as of midnight 3/3/24]
I know I’ve said this before, because I do love it so, but:
The only reason, the ONLY reason, I would ever want the Arkenstone to be a Silmaril is this: the day after Aragorn leaves Rivendell with the Fellowship, Elrond summons Arwen to his study and bids her to go to Erebor.
"What?" she demands. "Surely I am needed here, or out in the wilds, marshaling the Rangers - "
"Your brothers will manage that, after they escort you," her father insists. "You must go to Erebor, and ask Dain to let you open Thorin's tomb, that you may look upon the Arkenstone. Gloin will help you - I spoke with him ere he left. Don't let anyone else know your purpose - as far as the world is concerned, I am sending my only daughter to a safe stronghold until Mordor is defeated."
"Are you not?" she cries. But he will explain no more than, "I think the jewel may be important to our oncoming war, but I wish you to assess it unbiased" - and he gives her two letters to read only once she's made her own judgement of the jewel.
So Arwen goes. The Misty Mountains are crawling with orcs, but in cloaks woven by their grandmother, she and her brothers slip through with only a few close calls. Elrohir and Elladan don't know why she's going even a little, save that their father bade it and (he said) their grandmother supported it. The problem with having Elrond for a father and Galadriel for a grandmother is that, while technically they may each be wrong at times (allegedly), in agreement they never are.
It's nice to have what may be one last journey with her brothers, at least. All three of them know that Elladan and Elrohir will soon be in battle alongside their cousins the Dúnedain, and for all Erebor's strength, it will soon be under attack. Rivendell might soon be under attack. Lothlórien might soon be under attack.
The twins leave almost as soon as the three of them arrive; they have other work to do. Dain barely protests letting Arwen mildly exhume his cousin in order to assess the famous jewel - he doesn't quite like letting an elf(ish person) near the Heart of the Mountain, but he is very worried about the black-armored army lurking across the River Carnen, and respects the wisdom of Elrond and his immediate kin.
Arwen sees the Arkenstone sitting calmly in the hands of of the fallen king, and she sees it clutched in the burning hand of a no-longer-king, fallen free from a twisted iron crown, stolen over a king's bloody body, hallowed by a Queen, forged in a fire like the world never saw again... It glows softly; its light matches that of the small crystal that hangs around her neck now, one of a set of three.
[Here me out: Galadriel made three: one for Celebrian and Elrond as a wedding gift, jointly from herself and Eärendil; one for thw twins upon their birth, and one for Arwen upon hers. Celebrian left hers behind when she Sailed; Galadriel gives it to Frodo.]
The letters are from Elrond and Galadriel, respectively. They say much the same thing:
I'm so sorry to spring this on you, and to make you a guardian of this secret
If the Ringbearer's quest fails and the Enemy regains his full power, please take the jewel (as freely giving by the dwarves if at all possible) and use it however you can to save everyone and everything that you can. (Elrond's says, "My parents will help as much as they can. Do not hesitate to ask for their or any other aid." Galadriel's says, "If you seek Undying Shores with mortals in tow, for succor or for more active aid, hold the Jewel high and beseech first Ulmo and his spirits, and then every single kin-relation you have, no matter the connection. Once you rouse the general populace, then approach the Valar - though don't appear to delay.)
Galadriel's says, "Círdan knows to potentially expect you." Elrond wrote, "If you see your mother before I do", stopped there and blotted it out.
Neither of them needs to say, We will hold the line, to buy you as much time as we can. Both say "I love you", "I'm sorry", and variations on, "I know you can do this."
Arwen made the Choice of Elros several decades ago: to live among Men as a Man, to take up queenship of a people at the start of a new Age of the World and rule until most of those she loved most had passed and it was time to follow as a Man. Now she faces the Choice of Elwing: to leave most of those she loved the most for dead and flee with Silmaril in hand and only the hope of the impossible to save a doomed continent.
(Or, if she was optimistic, the Choice of Lúthien: to face down the Lord of Death and demand back one single most beloved [for Aragorn could not live while Sauron triumphed], and steal him away for many peaceful decades ere doom fell entirely, their own best efforts done. But Lúthien had been, in her glorious way, very selfish, and Arwen was not.)
The reason I haven't started writing this fic and probably never will is that I have a perfect sense of what I believe kids call the vibes - the mood, the tone, themes, the visual and emotional aesthetic - and none of actual, like, events of the story.
It's about Arwen's final trial of leadership and diplomacy, before she (hopefully) takes up a throne of Gondor, being living with Dwarves for three months under threat and then fact of war. Helping in the infirmary. Participating in strategy discussions, because war isn't her area of expertise but she has participated a few times, in her nearly 3,000 years of life. Mediating as a neutral party on inevitable conflicts between Dwarves the Men, especially in the last week and a half when they're under high stress while besieged together with two kings dead in the field.
Carrying a torch in the deep corridors of the Mountain because she's Mannish enough not to see naturally in the dark. Standing extra watches because she's Elvish enough to see well in starlight, especially if the Star in question is her grandfather; and getting scouting reports from the local thrushes, because they're talkative and Melian's heirs have always had a knack for the speech of birds.
Busying herself with sewing a banner for Aragorn, with jewel-stars and a crown of mithril and gold - for her elders have appointed her as their last hope, and she shall hold it for them and for all the people she can save if in the end she must; but her Estel fights in the field. The night the armies of Mordor cross the river to strike at Dale, she stands on the summit of the Lonely Mountain and calls a friend among the Eagles, who takes the finished banner in her talons and bears it south to where Arwen's brothers and cousins ride to Aragorn's side.
(She shares dreams with him sometimes - but she must keep secret a thought that beats in her like a heartbeat, and he must devote all his thought to the quest and the war. So they don't speak much.)
It's about the crushing weight of history and legacy and the very practical matters of running a kingdom in duress. It's about multicultural exchange. It's about love and hope and a hundred different OCs, most of whom will never be recorded in history books even if they die heroically or steal siege-stores to sell on the black market, or simply live and thus deserve to do so. It's about hard work and mortality.
It's about how 77 years after the Battle of Five Armies, Dain II Ironfoot swings his axe until he falls defending the body of Brand King of Dale, son of Baird son of Bard the Dragonslayer, and their people all take refuge in the Mountain together; and Arwen tends the wounded with the Songs she learned from her father and the neat stitches her mother taught her for first cloth, then skin; and she walks among the frightened people - none of them remotely her people; Dwarves and entirely common Men, mostly descended from easterners migrating slowly west - and knows that if these are all she can save, she will gladly die or live as she must in order to do so; and the people hearken a little to see her pass by with starlight in her eyes and on her breast.
And then - after an eternity of painful anticipation, after what feels like no time at all - the Shadow passes, and the wait and tension abruptly lift.
They very much do still have to go defeat that army before the gates, though.
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sesamenom · 4 months
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Hunting of the Dragon
What if the Arkenstone really was a Silmaril? (very late, but inspired by arofili's @funwithfanon prompts from last march!)
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Galadriel, Celeborn, and Thranduil are the only people on the right side of the mountains that a) have fought a dragon (mostly in the war of wrath) b) remember the Hunting of the Wolf and c) are mentally stable enough to be trusted around a silmaril (more or less)
so of course they end up having to fight silmaril-raged smaug. (he sat on it and now it's stuck to his bald spot)
since the sindar don't have metal armor galadriel is the only tank, and therefore the person on dragon-stabbing duty.
celeborn is the spearman in charge of keeping smaug from escaping or mauling someone else (and also making sure the silmaril doesn't fall on galadriels head, because at that point it definitely would still burn her)
thranduil is supposed to be doing air control to keep smaug from flying up and torching everyone, but he decided it would be a great idea to jump-dive at the dragon's head.
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(version with fire because i couldnt decide which one i liked better)
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