#the sil

[nighttimepatrons]

Elros is so tired of this shit.

yes technically this is for a 1920s ish au but I had too much fun making it a social media post.

#my art #Elros #Elrond #Celebrimbor #old gods au #elrond x celebrimbor #silm #silm au #the sil #silmarillion #the silmarillion #elves #meme art #ah yes me my girlfriend #digital art #art

[dynamicdiplomacy]

Glorfindel dies in the Fall of Gondolin, obviously, and the Elves bury his body on the mountains.

But then he gets reembodied.

Does that mean his original body is just chilling underwater in Beleriand? His skeleton just buried underneath a bunch of rocks and becomes a reef?

That just seems so grim...

#glorfindel #lotr #tolkien #the silmarillion #the sil #gondolin

[homuname]

mahir mahiru hiru iru ma?hir mahiru himru mahiru uriham mwjiru mamamamamamahiru hiru from milgram. mahiru im thw #1 mahoru fan and liker i hate her bf im her true soulmate and me and her are edating mahiru

#mahiru #milgram #i love mahiru #mahiru iru #mahir #ma #hi #ru #i love #mahiru from milgram #silly mahoru #the sil #silly #i lvoe mahriu silly #i love her guys

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

“Something new”

Pairing: Fëanor x Melkor

Themes: Throne room fun times | Smut 

Warnings: Kissing | Praise | Nicknames | Some explicit language | Oral

Word count: 1.3k words 

Summary:  Fëanor and Melkor try something new while alone in the throne room. 

Rating: 🔥 🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and tag form can be found here.  

The High Lord of Angband sighed blissfully before slumping into his throne. "You will be the death of me, little one."

Fëanor flashed that impish smile of his. The throne room was empty, having been cleared of thralls and Melkor’s servants. The moment the others left and the hall’s heavy iron doors closed, Melkor summoned the elf to him. It had become a ritual for them: Melkor seated upon his throne, an imposing monstrosity of black stone and bones, and Fëanor on his lap. Most often than not, they would talk. On other occasions, other diversions took up the chief of their time.

"Pray tell me, sire," he fussed with the clasps on Melkor’s tunic, undoing them one by one. "Who insisted on being in the forge while I worked?"

"I simply wanted to make sure you were not idling about," Melkor said quickly enough.

It was a bold-faced lie, and Fëanor knew it. Melkor did not need to mind him the way a mother did with her babe, and idleness was one thing Fëanor loathed above all else. His lord knew this all too well, having been sent away from the forge on more than one occasion when Fëanor was in the midst of a task. He still went along with it and smiled, saying, "Perhaps. How about the way you insisted on being near me, sire? Coming up with every conceivable excuse to touch me? Came close to fucking me the moment we were alone?"

His cheeks flamed. Melkor had indeed done all the things he was accused of. Ever since the first time they had lain together, Melkor could not get enough of the elf, what he did to him, what he made him feel. And the Vala felt a great deal and wanted much.

This was not always true of him. Once, Melkor had been consumed by the domination of Arda, of seeking the Flame Imperishable for himself. Nothing else mattered save for the total mastery over everything he set his eyes on. Melkor sought no friendship, no brotherly bond, and no attachment of any kind. He considered them all weaknesses, weapons that could be used against him, and he went out of his way to avoid them. All of that changed when an elf swore loyalty to him, one with bright blue eyes and raven hair, one who consumed his every thought and awoke in him feelings he did not even know about.

It terrified him sometimes, the consequences of having such a bond with another. Being vulnerable, showing a softer side to someone else, giving them the power to destroy him in more ways than one. If the other Valar found out it would be their finest weapon against him. More than once Melkor wanted to finish things for good and for all, to put an end to what he shared with Fëanor and send him away, but the mere thought of being parted was hard, and as the days passed, it grew even harder. Once, he strengthened his resolve and approached the elf while he was alone. Yet as soon as Fëanor smiled and slipped a hand into his, his eyes lighting up, Melkor knew he could not do it. He came to a decision. If Fëanor was going to be his weakness then so be it, the consequences be damned.

"Now do not tell me you did not enjoy it," Melkor teased. He moaned when teeth marred his throat, leaving dark patches in their wake.

Fëanor would have grinned had Melkor not pulled him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of the wine they had earlier, one that was light and sweet. "I will not lie," he breathed. "I did enjoy it. Pity we had to end it so quickly."

"Aye. Such a pity," Melkor agreed, raking his hands through Fëanor’s hair when his lips moved down his throat again. "But there is no one to disturb us now."

"No one indeed," Fëanor kept kissing, moving lower and lower, quietly relishing the trembles he felt beneath him. "But if you still want me to stop, you need only say the word and -"

"If you stop there will be consequences," Melkor murmured. "I give you my word."

A threat that was never a threat. Fëanor no longer had cause to fear Melkor and Melkor no longer gave him one. In the beginning, he thought he was imagining things, that he was caught up in a hazy dream. He expected to wake up and find it was all a sweet illusion, that Melkor’s promises had been nothing but lies, and that he had made use of him like he did so many others before him. Fëanor went as far as to prepare himself for such a fate, strengthening himself for the pain and bitterness that would inevitably follow. Time and the Vala himself showed that was not the case, and Fëanor found his fears were all for naught. He kissed Melkor again, his body pressing heatedly against the Vala's fana.

Fëanor shivered when strong arms slipped around his waist and pulled him even closer. Melkor wanted to take him to bed, but he did not have the patience for it. He wanted Fëanor now and did not want to wait a moment longer. He ground against the insides of Fëanor’s thighs, finding himself already hard. "I want you, little one," he purred helplessly. "I want you now."

Fëanor lifted his head, his lips already puffy and bruised. His blue eyes had darkened, the need in them matching Melkor’s. "What do you want, sire?"

"Something new." Melkor looked at those bruised lips. Idle chatter of those who had indulged sprang to mind and gave him a wicked idea. "That pretty mouth of yours," he said, running a thumb over Fëanor’s lips. "Do you perchance have another use for it?"

Fëanor understood quickly enough and grinned wolfishly. Slipping off Melkor’s lap he set his feet on the ground, pushing Melkor’s thighs apart with his hands. By the time he sank to his knees, Melkor’s gaze was locked on him. It did not take long to undo the fastenings in his breeches.

Fëanor’s mouth felt so warm around his cock. Melkor threw his head back and whispered words of praise spilled off his lips repeatedly.

"You look so good on your knees," he said softly, brushing the hair out of Fëanor’s face so he could see better. On impulse, he gathered all of that thick black hair into his hand and held it out of the way. Fëanor would occasionally flick his eyes at Melkor, triumph and lust burning in them when the Vala writhed and groaned in pleasure. His tongue running softly along the underside of Melkor’s length, his lips lingering over the tip, swirling his tongue around it—all of this made Melkor’s breath come out like a hiss. "And how well you take me. As if you were made for me."

Fëanor easily grew drunk on the praise, and praise he received in plenty.  He moaned when Melkor pushed his head down, his hand tight around the elf’s hair. Fëanor felt his cock twitch against his tongue and readied himself when praise slowly turned into desperate pleas.

Melkor’s breath had grown ragged, his hips rocking in erratic thrusts. He was so close now he could feel it in the sweet tension building in his fana. A wave of extreme pleasure rose within him when Fëanor stroked his cock, his hand moving in rhythm with his mouth. Melkor could hold on no longer and fell back into his throne, his fana trembling violently as his orgasm ripped through him. He could not think, he could not breathe; all that mattered was the blissed-out state he found himself in. Sweet words of endearment poured off his lips even as the tide slowly receded and passion had been sated.

When he blinked his eyes and opened them, he found Fëanor looking up expectantly. "Swallow," he commanded, "and come here."

Fëanor did as he was bid and found himself pulled into a tight embrace. They kissed again, softly and more playfully this time, before Melkor rested his brow against Fëanor’s with a sigh.

"You were so good to me little one," Melkor said, kissing Fëanor’s neck lightly. "Now how about I reward you in return?"

Tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese​ @fictionfordays​

#Curelkor #Melkor x Fëanor #Melkor x Fëanor imagines #Melkor smut #fëanor smut #the sil #the silmarillion #💫whimsy's shenanigans #fanfiction #tw: smut #💫a world of whimsy writes #writeblr

[enolezdrata]

And all together now! I opened my ask box for names again. In March, I'll look in there and choose someone else! Planning to draw Azure, Boethiah, Mephala, Naryu Virian, Martin Septim and Cosades or Curio

#the elder scrolls #miraak #teldryn sero #neloth #almalexia #dagoth ur #sotha sil #vaermina #sheogorath #divayth fyr #mannimarco

[sillymarillion-comics]

Their roles are interchangeable tho

#tolkien #sil(ly)marillion #legolas and gimli #lord of the rings #what a couple

[anorlondos]

All I want is to pet the dog is that so much to ask

#lethal company #fanart #art #sil art

[blue-genes]

#not mine #tesblr #tes #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls #morrowind #oblivion #skyrim #redguard #thalmor #sotha sil #vivec #ulfric stormcloak #genderfluid #intersex #gay #prostetics

[falmerbrook]

(Mild flashing/eyestrain warning for the second half! I'll post a slower version below that's less flashy and let's you see the details)

A short Morrowind animation for a MAP (Multi-Animator Project).

It was fun trying different methods of animation (no reference for Nerevar, rotoscoping a 3D model for the ring, and a video reference for the hand) and letting myself use a loose sketchy style!

YouTube Link

Version with the second half slowed down (link because Tumblr is dumb about having more than one video in a post):

#this is what that moon-and-star model was for #morrowind #tes #the elder scrolls #tes 3 morrowind #nerevar #nerevarine #vivec #sotha sil #almalexia #dagoth ur #voryn dagoth #animation #my animation #my art #mine #oc: stellar #used my own nerevarine because i wuv drawing him :) #im really proud of this one omg #i would appreciate if yall would check it out on yt too so the algorithm can be kind to it

[suntails]

⚔️🐉

#19!! masquerade season is UPON US i HAD to draw the best fits ever <3 <3 they look so HANDSOME i love masquerade :D #the little bow. mal serving. i want them all to dance i want a fuckign anime cutscene montage of everyone dancing w each other #mal and sil dancing and seb screaming and wailing and shrieking in the bg only for them to swap out and seb is GLOWING. its FUNNY #i drew a pose somewhat similar to this for the horror zine piece i did hhh i just think a silver bow is fun to draw. i munch and crunch #i was legally forced to try the hardest on this one bc masq is my fav event and its happening rn and these fits r COMPLICATED. gotta SHINE #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #malleus draconia #suntails

[trickstarbrave]

ALMSIVI pre-apotheosis

i had fun with these!!! i just wanted to shove them all in one big post together tbh

#ALMSIVI #vivec #sotha sil #almalexia #ayem #vehk #seht #morrowind #my art

[zevlor]

Physical: 100 - 1x03

Jang Eun-Sil vs. Kkang Mi 

#physical 100 #tvedit #ktvedit #netflix physical 100 #jang eun sil #kkang mi #*gifs

[dynamicdiplomacy]

New Fic Alert!

As the Ocean Worships the Sun

Fandom: The Silmarillion + Lord of the Rings

Characters: Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Elrond, Arwen, Erestor

Relationships: Glorfindel/Ecthelion

Summary: The swirls of loose ink send a flood of intermingled joy and grief cascading over him.

It is of Gondolin. It is always of Gondolin.

Tags: Established Relationship, Fall of Gondolin, Kissing in the Rain, Fluff and Angst, Grief/Mourning, Romance, Flashbacks, Gardening, Flowers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, One Shot

Available on both AO3 and FF.Net:

#writing #my writing #the silmarillion #silmarillion #lotr #lord of the rings #glorfindel #ecthelion #glorfindel/ecthelion #arwen #elrond #erestor #fanfiction #fic #lotr fic #the silmarillion fic #as the ocean worships the sun #the sil

[renthari-from-telvanni]

„ Are you Lorkhan? Because I want to explore the secrets of your heart thoroughly ” 🫀

happy Valentine's day! 💘

#valentine's day #<3 #sotha sil #lord seht #seht #clockwork god #clockwork city #eso #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #tes #tesblr #tes fanart #fanart #my art #almsivi

[garzzum]

ALMSIVI :)

#my art #tes #morrowind #almalexia #sotha sil #vivec

[humaineimparfaite]

Mmmh sad boy

#sotha sil #dunmer #art #digital art