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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Helping Their S/O De-stress

Headcanons: Maedhros, Fingon, Finrod, Thingol, Elrond

A/N: This was inspired by an ask I got last year with Mae, Fingon, Finrod and Elrond assisting their s/o de-stress. Thingol is the newest addition to the group.

Maedhros

As someone who was partially in charge of the Noldor, he understands what it means to be under heavy levels of stress.

Hate to see you in a state of confusion and lacking inspiration till you become stressed out.

Quick to do whatever he can to assist so you can get your brain up and running so that you can focus on your workload.

He’ll urge you to stop thinking so hard for a moment so he could pull you into his arms and rub your back.

“Mae, what are you doing?” Your brows furrowed as his arms reached out to pull you into his chest. The deep sounds of his humming vibrated through his chest as he gave you his short reply.

“I’m helping you.”

Still confused but pleased with his attempts at soothing your stress, you lifted your arms to wrap around his waist and pull yourself close to him, nuzzling into his chest. “Thank you, but I’m not really stressed. I just can’t come up with a plot for a book I’m writing. I’ve written over five drafts and nothing…I’m pooped.”

Humming at your response, he said nothing as he was thinking of the right response and continued his rubbing. You were still standing in his embrace in the middle of the room, swaying from side to side. “Yes, you are. Maybe this would help you to create a plot, or would you like me to help you write?”

“I didn’t know you write?” You teased him with a light pinch to his arms and giggled.

“I write speeches for debates, remember?”

Eyes lighting up, you lifted your head upwards and released a sound of realisation with a tired look in your eyes. Maedhros couldn’t help but chuckle, having seen his brother with the same look before he started crying. “How about we get something to eat first, and I’ll assist you with your book?”

“Food does sound great.”

Fingon

This baby hates the idea of you appearing stressed, even if it’s for something that deserves to be stressed out about.

He tries so hard to get you to remain constantly happy and smiling, so seeing you stressed sends him into a panic.

Fingon immediately assigns himself with the responsibility of reducing your stress as though his life depended on it.

He’ll stop you from whatever it was you were doing and drag you away so it would just be the both of you.

“Fingon, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?” his only response was a boyish smile he threw as he tossed his head around to face you. His grin almost split his face and yet you were able to notice the troublesome look cracking through.

Ushering you into his room, he would be quick to shut the door and walk you over to his bed. Plopping down and pulling you into his lap, his arms were quick to wind around your waist and tug you closer into his embrace. You were left confused and worried as he held you securely in his lap, rubbing his hands up and down your back, and occasionally stroking your hair.

“Is…is everything alright with you love?” Lifting his head to meet your concerned eyes, he grinned before nudging his against your forehead and planting a kiss on your nose.

“You looked stressed, so I’m helping you relax.”

“I’m not entirely stressed; I just can’t create a plot for a book I’m writing…I have ideas but they’re not making sense when I write them…”

Humming as he allowed your words to sink in, his next response caught you off guard and caused you to laugh. “Why not write about me being your knight in shining armour rescuing you? I think that’s a great plot, and easy to write. A happily ever after…”

“Sure, I’ll also include you tripping over your two left feet as you rushed to save me.” Replying to him with a smirk, you soon felt a pinch being delivered to your arm at his slip-up.

“Now that’s mean; I’m trying to assist.” He grumbles as he scoots his body up the bed until he rested against the pile of pillows. Shuffling around to make himself comfortable for you to lie on, tugs you onto his chest and wraps his legs around you. “First, take a nap have some good dreams and then I’ll help you write.”

“I hope you can understand my thoughts when I give them to you.”

Finrod

One of the perfect people to relieve your stress and assist with your writing.

Finrod has supposedly written tales of romance and adventure in his spare time along with poems and songs, thus, assisting you has never been a problem.

Though, he will realise that amongst the guidance, you were stressed and unable to focus which leads him to carry you away from your work desk and onto the sofa to lounge.

Somewhere a suitable distance from your writing so you can relax your mind and be at ease.

Arms and legs were wrapped around the eager King as he traversed his corridor with you on his back. With the crown upon his head and still garmented in his finest wear, Finrod has no shame or problem in carrying his loved one around if it meant reducing their stress. The smile on the King’s face was enough for anyone to know not to bother or chastise him for his mannerless and informal behaviour.

“Where are you taking me might I ask dear?” poking the side of his face while you were resting upon his shoulder and staring at him affectionately.

Humming in response, Finrod tossed his head to face yours and gave you an enthusiastic grin before bounding down the corridor with more vigour in his step. Soon, you came to the grand white, and gold crested door that revealed the King’s indoor private pool, “Ready to loosen up and have some fun?”

“Fun? Finrod, I can’t afford to take a dip, I have my work to return—what are you doing?” shaky and squeaky your voice grew as you observed him removing his crown and boot, leaving him in his full wear before he walked around and headed for the steps. Still clinging to his back, Finrod gripped your legs before taking the most unexpected dive into the pool, drenching you both.

Flailing about the place, you could hear echoes of Finrod’s laughter as you fought with your clothes and the water, “De-stressed now meleth-nîn?”

“…I’m soaked…you got me wet…my clothes…” you could only stare at your King while he waddled through the water to tower above you with his hands cupping your cheeks and a wet kiss being placed on your lips.

“There, better now,” he pulled back with a grin as you went quiet, eyes darting around attempting to hide your jubilation.

“…one more please…”

Thingol

The Elven King frowned as he observed your frantic and frustrated demeanour. Hands clawing at your hair and ink splattered across your face.

You were at it for hours attempting to work on a new piece, but you hadn’t revealed that it was a painting for him.

Thingol would stand in the doorway for minutes before he grew frustrated and made himself present, scaring you in the process and watching as your hopped around to hide the canvas.

Despite the paint on your hands and face, he’d gently guide you into his garden to relax.

Thingol’s hands wove their way through your loose and unbounded hair, catching any strands that had paint and removing them with his handkerchief. He could hear the soft breathing you were emitting as his fingers massaged your scalp and chuckled as your head lulled from side to side as he rocked you into a slumber. He refused to cease his handiwork and reached for some flowers nearby, braiding them into your hair.

The air was quiet in his garden. The small streams of water pooling into the miniature ponds, the hummingbirds zooming about and the fragrant air waffling into his sanctuary.

You sat between his legs, head resting against his chest and arms and legs sprawled out haphazardly, looking like the most divine creature the world had ever seen, but to Thingol, he couldn’t help but laugh at your sleeping face. All the lines of stress were removed, but your half-opened mouth was the highlight of your sleeping beauty appearance; too many times he had seen it and too many times he found it hilarious. He couldn’t help but struggle to stifle his laughter the longer he looked at you.

Unfortunately, his rumbling shook you awake. “Hmm, w-what’s happening and…why are you vibrating?” looking around with sleep on your face, you whipped your neck around to gaze at your wheezing lover.

Still chuffing silently, he shook his head while patting yours, guiding you back to sleep, “It’s…it’s alright nîn lóth, everything is alright. Return to your slumber; you are beyond stressed and tired, rest.”

A sweet kiss was pressed to the crown of your head before he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his robes around your smaller figure, and lulling you back to sleep.

Elrond

He knows and understands the stress behind writing any piece of literature; he’s basically swamped by dozens of reports or documents on a daily basis.

Seeing tug at your hair or knock your head against the table multiple times begging for ideas to flow properly would make him wince.

Elrond would quietly enter your room with a knock on your door carrying a tray of chamomile or hibiscus tea with a few treats to snack on because he knows that you haven’t consumed any food.

Despite your protests, he would pry you away from your desk and guide you over to a table near a window and feed you.

“Ah, ah, ah, no complaining my dear. You were showing signs of stress and as your healer and husband, it is my job to care for you,” there was an unmistakable playful smile behind his stern expression while he held the cup of chamomile tea to your lips.

There weren’t any chances of escaping his self-care moment and you had no choice but to follow through. Soon you were drinking tea and munching on strawberry biscuits while lounging in Elrond’s arms on the balcony. “It’s really difficult to write my thoughts out on paper because it sounds amazing in my head but as soon as I write it, it makes no sense.”

“Maybe you should practice writing your thoughts out more often.”

“Elrond, I’ve been writing all my thoughts, why do you think my books exist. I just wish I can just magically get my thoughts onto the paper without writing, you know?”

Unable to answer because he had never experienced writer’s block, Elrond just hummed and lifted his hand to stroke your hair in hopes of calming you. He bent his head down and planted a kiss on your forehead and immediately felt you melt. “Maybe you simply need to rest a bit and inspiration will flow darling.”

“Hmm…I better dream all my thoughts appearing on that paper.”

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havenotwillnotreadthebooks · 3 months

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Ok but imagine the Noldor trying to have a nice banquet after the entire Finwean Fam has been therapized and released from Mandos. Except Eonwë is the one announcing the names and titles as people arrive (it’s supposed to be a sign of goodwill from the Valor).

All goes well (except when he announces to the entire room that “Fingon Findékano Astaldo Nolofiniwion, Prince of The Noldor and Husband of Maedhros Neylafinwë Maitimo Feanorian” has arrived. In his defense, Eonwë didn’t know secret marriages could last almost four ages). But the Real Drama starts when Elrond arrives.

When Elrond arrives; Eonwë looks at the Peredhel in the entranceway, looks at his magic Scroll of Heritage-Information, and there is a long moment of silence where Eonwë contemplates if he really wants to spend 5 whole minutes announcing Elrond’s heritages.

Eonwë, in the end, decides to take a shortcut. Cuz how wrong could it go? As such, he announced to the Finwean Fam, several courtiers, several politicians, and to the face of Finwe’s actual children that “Elrond, Lord of Imladris Remade, Descendant of Finwë Noldoran and Elwë Singollo, and [Insert Celebrian’s Introduction] has arrived.”

Speculations rise, and whispers are everywhere about what the hell “Descendant of Finwë and Elwë” could mean. (A lovechild, somebody says once jokingly).

Elrond was expecting Earendilion, Neylafinwion, or Kanafinwion, even Peredhel. He was not expecting the first kings of the Noldor and Sindar themselves to be named.

Anyway, the worst part is that because of Mixed Ancestry, Elrond actually does look like a combination of Finwë and Elwë. The lovechild rumors grow.

#silmarillion #silm headcanon #elrond #finweans #elrond peredhel #eonwe #russingon #briefly #fingon #tag.words #finwe #elwe #elwe singollo #thingol #elu thingol #whys this guy got so many names #tag.headcannons

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thesummerestsolstice · 2 months

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So the idea that the Silmarils contain pieces of Feanor's soul is pretty widespread in the fandom. But I have a suggestion. What if they had pieces of Finwe's soul instead.

Think about it. Feanor wants to make something for Finwe– something that will let the Noldor have light without the two trees, yes, but also something that can preserve Finwe's soul forever so he doesn't leave like Miriel did. So he asks for pieces of his father's soul, and Finwe says yes, because he's the kind of parent who gladly encourages all of his children's bullshit even when that is an obviously terrible idea. Feanor keeps the secret of how he made the gems mostly because he doesn't want anyone– especially the Valar– knowing he was experimenting with storing elves' fea in gems. Feanor makes the Silmarils, he gives them to Finwe, probably very publicly, and everything is fine. Until the Darkening happens.

Here, Feanor's initial hesitance to give up the Silmarils isn't because of pride, it's because he thinks it should be Finwe's choice and not his to hand them over. It's only when the Valar insinuate that the Silmarils should really belong to them that he gets angry. But shit really hits the fan when Feanor realizes that Finwe is dead.

See, Finwe's death shouldn't be a problem. Most elves who aren't Miriel who die in Valinor (there are mishaps and accidents occasionally) walk out of Mandos a couple days later. But there's a problem. Finwe's soul isn't in Mandos. Finwe's soul isn't in Mandos and no one knows why. Except Feanor.

And does he tell anyone why he's so panicked about the Silmarils or why Finwe's soul isn't in Mandos? No, of course not, he's way too paranoid for that by now!

He doesn't know how he's going to get the Silmarils back from Morgoth. He doesn't know what he's going to do once he actually gets the Silmarils back.

What he does know is that Morgoth, knowingly or not, has stolen his father. And nothing; neither love, nor law, nor league of swords, is going to stop Feanor from getting him back.

Bonus: this also casts a very interesting light on Thingol's possible obsession with the Silmaril later. Anyone up for some Finwe/Elwe?

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #silm au #finwe #feanor #thingol #guys what if I made the Silmarils worse #what if I made it more tragic #I need to write something about this #but I have no many WIPs already...

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carmisse · 15 days

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Of the kings and their reunion in Halls of Mandos.

Thingol : Is it mine Fëanáro?

Finwë : What? Of course not, besides your question is not funny at all.

Thingol : Oh fuck, he is mine!

Thingol : You were pregnant when you left for Valinor with your people, and you said nothing!

Finwë : You were literally lost!

Finwë : Fëanáro is mine, he is my son only, I raised him and I gave birth to him.

Thingol : I suspect we conceived him a few months after our return from the first visit, before we lost me, before we set out again, you were on standby before I was lost and yet you did not tell me.

Finwë : I was going to tell you when we arrived in Valinor, but only one of us arrived. Anyway, how did you find out?

Thingol : When I found out that your son's eyes were grey, and you don't have grey eyes, let alone Miriel, only I and my family had grey eyes.

Thingol : Besides, only someone of my lineage would be able to create something as marvellous as the Silmarils.

Finwë : idiot!

Fëanor : ...

Fëanor : Lord Námo, I am ready to be thrown into the void right now.

#finwe #elu thingol #feanor #Elu Thingol/Finwë #Finwë/Elu Thingol #a/b/o au #Or trans Finwë #the silm #silmarillion #silmarillion headcanon #incorrect silmarillion quotes #the silm fandom

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giaffa · 1 year

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concept for Olwë, Finwë and Elwë

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light-of-the-two-trees · 4 months

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Sometimes I like to imagine that Galadriel — who was as proud as any Finwean, on par with Fëanor both in her stubbornness and in her understanding of lore, undoubtedly a staunch supporter of her cradle-tongue, and absolutely insistent that she would NOT be lumped in with Those Kinslayers and punished as they were — spoke with Thingol (and Thingol alone)

Exclusively.

In.

Eldarin.

Maybe it isn't canon but she was 'only being gracious' and 'evoking fond memories' and while she wasn't breaking the Quenya ban, she wasn't doing what Thingol wanted her to either and besides the thought of it makes me giggle

#honestly it would be such a power move on her part and since she's speaking sindarin with everyone else he can't complain #anyway crack headcanon here you go #galadriel #thingol #eldarin #the silmarillion #silm #legendarium tag #elwe #and it was not void

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ladysternchen · 1 year

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Thank you so so so much for creating that beautiful piece of art for me, @lycheesodas! 💛 Thanks for givinng them that moment!

There is a story behind that that I will probably write one day. A story that tells of how childish admiration turned into love. Of how really and truly loving someone might mean letting them be happy with someone else. Of selflessness and trust and friendship and loyality. Of regret and remorse and gratefulness. Of memories of a former life, of youth, of adventures, of boyish testing (yeah, sex means marriage… no, sorry. They DID find ways around that. You can’t send a bunch of youths on a journey into the unknown and really tell me no trying-out happened there). Of how there are many forms of love, of how the love for a friend can be as true as that for a lover. Of knowing and accepting from all (!!) sides. My headcanon only, obviously.

#thanks lycheesodas #silmarillion headcanon #amazing art #elu thingol #mablung #i can’t NOT do heartbreak #thanks for bringing them into life

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aragornsrockcollection · 2 years

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I don’t know what it says in the unfinished tale of Celeborn and Galadriel, but I headcanon that the MOMENT, the very SECOND that Thingol mentioned the Silmaril to Beren, Galadriel turned to Celeborn and said “Pack your shit we are OUT OF HERE.”

Like canonically she says she goes over the blue mountains before Nargathrond and Gondolin fall, which means she could be around for the whole Silmaril quest and even past the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, but I’m literally married to the idea of Galadriel wearing black and offering Melian condolences on the loss of her husband before Beren has even left on his quest.

Thingol getting increasingly pissed because he’s RIGHT THERE.

I just have trouble picturing Galadriel being like “oh yeah, I’m just gonna stick around while the king ties the fate of this supposed refuge to my uncle’s disaster rocks, I’m excited to relive the trauma of the last time this happened!”

Also, the ring of Barahir is the symbol of her father’s house, she knows Finrod said he was going to make a disastrous oath of his own one day that gets him killed… any chance she would see her brother’s ring on this man who just swore to accomplish an impossible task and NOT realize Thingol just inadvertently doomed her brother to die for a Silmaril? While she is still mourning her other two brothers who just died in the Bragollach?

#tolkien #the silmarillion #lotr #silmarillion #jirt #silm #jrr tolkien #feanor #galadriel #finrod #celeborn #elu thingol #melian #doriath #Beren #the lay of leithian #silm headcanon

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cilil · 7 months

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For Incarnates, singing good night songs for their young is just a cute little thing, but it might actually be a necessity if you're dealing with a newborn Ainu. Sing until they're content and sleepy or the little eldritch horror might blow up its crib with inhuman screeches and eat you

#same might apply to baby lúthien #rip thingol #ainur #eldritch ainur #silmarillion #tolkien #crack #silm crack #fun headcanons #baby ainur are cute and terrifying

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kitcat22 · 5 months

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One headcanon of mine is that Elenwe is a daughter of Ingwe and was named after Elwe.

Ingwe names her this partially out of love for his friend but also in a moment of foresight that, at the time, he could not decipher.

In the end Elenwe, just like her namesake, is lost on the journey.

#silmarillion #the silm #silm headcanons #elenwë #ingwe #elwe #elu thingol

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lkaluna · 8 months

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You know, it may have been said before, but I often wonder what were the attitudes Sindar initially had towards Melian.

Thingol spends years with Melian in the forest, essentially preventing those who loved and wanted to follow him from leaving for Valinor. Some of them stayed because they fell in love with the lands around them, but many still wished to make a journey as soon as they find their leader.

Cirdan was just moments late for the departure of Teleri, having spent all the time looking for Thingol. Elmo probably had to choose which one of his brothers will he follow and stayed withe the missing one. They were probably all worried that Thingol was killed or captured.

When years later he comes back, different than how he was before and with this powerful being he now calls his wife, do they not think that he indeed was captured, only by Melian’s spell instead of Morgoth’s?

I find it hard to believe that most of those who knew Thingol would have immediately accepted as their queen the person they may have accused for the fate that befell them. They are called Eglath, The Forsaken, and some of them may think that it was Melian who is the blame for that.

#they may have been happy with the lives they had #but it doesn't change the fact that they all know it might have went different if not for Malian #They might have loved Thingol (and eventually Melian) but it doesn't change the fact that many were at least irritated with them #I just think that those who became Falathim and considered Cirdan to be their lord weren't always motivated by their love of the sea #Some of them may have been those that intentionally separated from Thingol and Melian #melian #thingol #Cirdan #elmo #sindar #tolkien #silmarillion #my headcanons #my post

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doodle-pops · 9 months

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˚*ೃ༄When You Argue With Them˚*ೃ༄

Headcanons: Turgon, Aegnor, Rog, Thingol

Synopsis: In which you decide to sleep on the couch during the argument.

. ˚◞♡ *ೃ༄ Turgon — arguments with Turgon are never peaceful, more turbulent than ever and it sometimes takes more than a week before the two of you can come to terms. The heat is high when he braces you, towering mighty tall and fiercely with arms firmly planted at his side and face screwed with rage.

Your attempts at getting him to leave his silver-haired cousin alone whenever he made jabs at him were futile. Another dispute between the both of them led to Turgon attacking first and Celegorm following suit to defend. You could no longer take it, you’d been at it for hours, attempting to prove yourself right and for him to humble his pride.

All you wanted was for him to understand that he was wrong and Celegorm was simply egging him on for entertainment. He should understand his cousin’s intentions by now.

Deflating as you stood closer to the door of your room, you sighed and trudged over to your bed, prying your pillow and sheet off and marching out of the room.

“Where are you going?” he puzzled.

Shaking your head and marching down the staircase to enter the living room, you heard him trailing behind. “What are you doing Y/N?”

“Sleeping on the couch Turgon.” Your voice was empty, hiding your rage behind each syllable. “I have no energy to sleep in bed.”

His shoulders and face fell at the awareness of the meaning. Even when you argued in the past, it never escalated where you slept elsewhere; this was a first. Not liking the sensation of guilt settling in his chest, he stepped forward to cut off your actions. A hand reached out to take the pillow out of yours. “Please don’t…I’ll sleep outside if that’ll make you feel better.”

“Káno, you’re too long for the couch; you’ll feel uncomfortable,” you scolded.

“As will you…” he hesitated, playing around with the words in his mouth before spitting it out, “…I’m sorry. You’re right and I’m wrong. Just come to bed please.”

Staring at him contemplating, you sighed. It wasn’t often he openly apologised, so this was a first from your stubborn husband. “Fine…but we’re settling this properly in the morning.”

. ˚◞♡ *ೃ༄ Aegnor — he hates arguments with you because he gets lost in the moment and heated. He’s trying his best to state his point across and justify why he was right to confront his cousins, but you weren’t pleased with his reasons.

Aegnor didn’t want to keep arguing, but you weren’t agreeing, so he was relentlessly attempting to get you to see his point of view. In his eyes, the punishment that arise from his feud with Caranthir was simple one and he was right to start it. He could be so hard-headed at times, and it made you want to pull your hair out.

“Aegnor, you were wrong to engage in the argument, you should have walked away. You know you don’t have a wholesome relationship with them, but take the risk,” you fired and watched as he stopped his pacing to give you an incredulous look.

“How could you say that after they murdered our people? They deserve being incriminated; they’re just lucky that the King was compassionate to just ban our tongue.” You had marched over to stand at the bedhead, ripping the sheets off the mattress and rushing to get into bed and end your dispute.

Refusing to comply, you turned to the wardrobe and grabbed a pillow and quilt before stomping out of your chambers. It didn’t take long for Aegnor to rush after you, shouting your name. When he did catch up, you were spreading the quilt over the sofa in the lounge and placing your pillow at the head.

“…Y/N?”

“I’m sleeping outside Aegnor. We just don’t seem to be on the same page right now,” you quietly respond, not sparing him a glance. He was torn between feeling guilty and wanting you to settle your thoughts out and understand. Not sure what to exactly do, he walked over and aided you in settling down.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you so you can get a good night’s rest if this is your decision.”

Gapping at how innocent he was to the experience of arguments, instead of swelling with rage, you snickered at him. “Aegnor, you’re supposed to say that you won’t allow me to sleep outside on the sofa, not help me.”

Breaking out of his focused state, wanting to still please you through your displeasure, he sheepishly laughed and scratched his head. “Oh, I didn’t know you wanted me to say that…I’m new to all this you know.”

Sighing at his innocence, you’d admit that despite the frustration you were experiencing currently, his helpless state was humorous and adorable. ��You’re so clueless Aengor…”

. ˚◞♡ *ೃ༄ Rog — he hates arguments and never liked the idea of going to bed displeased. If he as to stay up all night to settle the dispute so you and he can have a good night's rest, Rog would. He wants you to know that even though you both have your options, he still loves you.

Rog would get lost in spending hours, even days in his forge, leaving you in solitude. Not being able to take it, it led to a one-sided argument between the both of you. Rog understood your frustration and his lack of care and attention towards his spouse, hence his reason for remaining silent and taking in your disputes.

Ranting to him about how he doesn’t come to bed anymore or make time to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with you or even take a walk, caused tears to flow from your eyes. He rushes over to meet your broken figure but was met with the force of your hands pushing him away and whispering to leave you be; you required time to relax now that you were a mess.

Rog watched with furrowed brows the entire time you shuffled out of your shared chambers to sleep on the sofa in your nightwear. His heart clenched at the barrier you were building after you demanded his time. Being a pleaser, he was not standing for your separation and waited for slumber to kick in before making his move.

Waking from your slumber, you turned to adjust yourself on the sofa and rolled into a firm chest with steel arms around your waist. Looking up, you noticed Rog was awake and staring off into space. “Dearest why am I in bed? I thought I was sleeping on the sofa?”

“I couldn’t allow you to. No matter how upset you were with me, I couldn’t bring myself to let you,” he whispered. He could see the anger behind those sweet eyes he fell in love with.

“Well…I’m still displeased.”

“I understand and I am sorry… But I’ll be out of the forges for the rest of the week. I would like to talk this out to not repeat it again.” His eyes held sorrow the longer he gazed at you.

“…You still could have allowed me to sleep on the sofa.”

“Not a chance; if anyone’s doing that, it should be me since it’s my fault.”

Softly smiling at his sincerity and nobility, you leaned forward and nuzzled into his chest, relishing in his warmth. “Why don’t we stay in bed a little longer and then decide who sleeps on the sofa?”

“Deal,” he laughed.

. ˚◞♡ *ೃ༄ Thingol — arguments with him also feel one-sided because, at certain times, he ignores your complaints, but you both engage in a level-headed match, it’s mostly him taking the lead with his anger. It wasn’t often the King was seen fuming.

Tired of having Thingol dictate your every decision, even after he made deals with you to give you free time, it always came back to bite you. You should know that as his lover, he wants to keep you safe from the harm and danger the world contains. If he doesn’t allow his people out of the borders, then you’re not departing either, even if you wanted to see the rest of the world.

“Thingol please, all I ask is to see the world. I can even take our Marchwarden with me!” you fumed. Still, your response wasn’t enough to convince the King. He was finding all sorts of ways to prove you wrong until he couldn’t.

“Beleg is needed in Doriath to train our troupes, I cannot simply allow him to run off with in into the wilderness meleth-nîn,” he reasoned, taking a step closer to you with his hands out.

Sighing at another attempt at denying your request, you hmphed and zig-zagged out of his grasp, making a beeline for the bed. The argument was going on since this morning and he had yet to let you have your way or provide a reasonable excuse. Not wanting to be in his presence for the rest of the night, you snatched your blanket and pillow off the bed and paraded out of the room.

Behind you the entire time, Thingol was following and asking you what you were doing while you continued to ignore him and look for a suitable place to nap. Passing all the spare rooms since they required a key, you wedged yourself through the library entrance and plopped onto the sofa beneath the eastern window. Frowning in disgust at the location of choice to rest your head, he tsked.

“If you are going to be upset with me and sleep elsewhere, might as well sleep somewhere decent and lavish.” He gave you no time to respond, scooping you from the sofa along with blanket and pillow, and filed back through the corridor of empty chambers.

“Thingol put me down!”

“Your wish, my command, but at least let me find you a decent sofa…ah!” Returning to his chamber, he walked over and placed you on his bed-like sofa, ignoring your protests. “There, better!”

“You’re not supposed to…this isn’t what you…Thingol, you’re supposed to be displeased that I’m choosing to sleep on the sofa,” you huffed, crossing your arms and glaring at his overly large frame.

Puzzled, Thingol cocked his head to the side. “I thought you wanted me to agree with your decisions?”

“Yes, er…I meant with Doriath, not with the…never mind. You’re so confusing at times. We’ll discuss this some other time,” you sighed with an amused grin on your face, inspecting the curious one on Thingol’s face.

“As you wish meleth.”

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pengumi12 · 5 months

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Thingol's Family (and others)

#gil's art #silmarillion #silm art #celeborn #celebrian #galadriel #olwe #elu thingol #elwe #elmo #cirdan #luthien #galathil #galadhon #high chance I will change Cirdan's designs #Luthien ver 1 is normal apperance #Luthien ver 2 is based on a headcanon that due to being half maia she can change her apperance a bit

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Part two of my series on Rivendell's resident guards. This post is about one of Thingol's old bodyguards and how she came to live in Rivendell. Here's part one, about the Feanorian lieutenant Hrivossa.

Thingol's Old Bodyguard: Celecoll

The name means "Silver Cloak;" she got it as an adult for being basically a shadow for Thingol and stopped using her other name (which she'd never been fond of) after that

She was born a bit after the Journey to Valinor, among the part of the Teleri that stayed behind

Her earliest years were spent being harassed by Morgoth's forces, one of her first memories is the day Thingol and Melian appeared in the Teleri camp to lead them to the peace and safety of Doriath

Ever since that moment, she's wanted to dedicate her life to the Sindarin king

As a young adult, she fought in many battles at Thingol's side before the girdle was ingrained enough to keep Doriath hidden, making her something of a war hero to the Sindar

She's deadly with about half a dozen weapons, and when she wasn't serving as a bodyguard, she often kept her skills sharp by ensuring that none of Morgoth's forces even thought about getting near the girdle

Still, after the girdle was established, she rarely ventured far out of it

She fully trusted Thingol and Melian's judgement on who should and shouldn't be into Doriath, so while she felt some sympathy for those who were turned away, she thought it was for the greater good

Now she had very little sympathy for the Noldor; murderers who showed up in Beleriand after thousands of years only to (in her mind) immediately antagonize Morgoth and start demanding Thingol risk the lives of everyone in Doriath to help them on their borderline insane mission to defeat a literal god

She saw herself as a protector, and was generally a gentle, kind soul with the Iathrim, always happy to spend a day helping some of her people plant that season's crops, or teaching some elflings basic swordplay (safely, of course)

But she had a very binary "us" and "them" view of the world, so the sense of responsibility she felt towards the Iathrim didn't extend to the other peoples of Middle-Earth

She didn't like Thingol asking for the Silmaril, but that was more because she thought Luthien should be able to marry when she wanted than because she had any moral qualms about Thingol taking the Silmaril and not giving it to the Noldor

Though she did notice that the Silmaril had some... worrying effects on him after he got it

Sometimes, he would spend days locked in his vault looking at it, and she'd have to pull him out to get him to eat and sleep

Still, as worried as she was, it was clear to her that Thingol wanted the Silmaril, that it made him happy, and she refused to go behind her king's back, even when some of her fellow guards wanted to

I mean, Doriath is still thriving– what's the problem if he spends more time out of the public eye? What harm could it cause?

Things continued like this right up until Thingol died as a direct result of the Silmaril, shortly followed by Melian forsaking Middle-Earth

This was an earth-shattering event for Celecoll

Her king, who she dedicated her whole life too, just died a pointless death on one of the few days she was not around to protect him, because of something she chose not to do and now the queen she put so much faith in is gone and so is the girdle

Lots of the Iathrim look to her to try and fix things, because she was still a hero for many of them

She handled this about as well as you would expect

By which I mean she packed her weapons and exiles herself out of guilt and the feeling that she'd horribly failed her kind and people and needed to do penance

As for how she eventually meets Elrond and moves to Rivendell, that's a story for part three

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #silm oc #doriath #thingol #melian #elrond #elrond peredhel #rivendell

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iridescentoracle · 8 months

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Hello! I am here to ask about your Dior headcanons re: the political cohesion of Doriath. 👀

Oh man, I didn't expect anyone to actually take me up on that!

(Okay so I got partway into writing this and then realized I should probably note up front that I tend to stick to the Silm (& LOTR/the Hobbit where applicable, but they... aren't, here) as the most authoritative version of canon, and I can get into why and where the nuances/exceptions are there (I do say tend to stick, it's not hard and fast!), but that's mostly a side note here: the point is simply that I don't really factor other drafts or the poetic Leithian into my take on Doriath, Thingol, Dior, etc, just what we're told in the actual Silm. I also read the Silm as an in-universe history text compiled by in-universe scholars, who, being people, are going to have their own biases and blind spots, even when they're doing their best to be accurate!)

So, this is a two-part thing: #1, there's the political cohesion of Doriath before & at the time of Thingol's death, which i talked about in the tags of the post that prompted this ask but is kind of necessary as context for the Dior part to make sense, and #2, there's the actual Dior headcanons. Both of these parts are very long because I've never really seen anyone else suggest any of this stuff and I want to explain where I'm coming from thoroughly enough that it actually makes sense to people who aren't me, but the TL;DRs:

TL;DR 1: I think Doriath was probably a hot mess politically after Thingol died, with tensions between various groups of Sindar and Laiquendi in the leadup to Thingol's death & Melian's departure, and more political tensions afterwards between those who wanted Beren & Lúthien to come be the new rulers, and those who thought they should stay gone, with someone still in Doriath taking over.

TL;DR 2: I think Dior became Eluchil, potentially at the request of some portion of the Iathrim, hoping to help prevent Doriath from devolving into civil war, and saw dealing with the Silmaril-Fëanorioni situation as a lower priority than stabilizing Doriath's internal political situation until it was too late.

1. The political cohesion (or rather, lack thereof) in Doriath prior to Thingol's death

So, okay, the thing about Doriath is that we don't actually have any real idea of like... how much the Iathrim liked being the Iathrim? We're never told about any intra-Iathrim conflict, but a) the Silm was probably compiled mostly by surviving Gondolindrim or their descendants, so they wouldn't know about anything liike that unless surviving Iathrim told them, and after the Second Kinslaying I don't imagine many Iathrim would've been eager to talk about how things had actually been tense/messy/etc when they could remember everything as having been perfect until it was ruined by the Fëanorionrim, and doubly so after the Third Kinslaying, so why would anything like that make it into the Silm?

and b) what we do know about Doriath is that it wasn't really Doriath as we know it until Morgoth came back to Middle-earth, and everything went to hell.

At the start of the first age, you suddenly get Doriath (the fenced land!) being the one protected area of a continent that used to be totally free and open. How many Sindar actually didn't particularly care for Thingol's style of leadership, or simply preferred to live nomadic lives, going basically wherever they pleased, until suddenly that wasn't safe anymore, and you were only guaranteed survival if you were close enough to Menegroth to be within the Girdle when it went up? ditto how many Laiquendi had no interest in swearing loyalty to Thingol right after their own king had just been killed, but again, made it to safety and stayed there over taking their chances on their own in the outside world?

I think it's entirely possible that there were always potential political tensions under the surface in Doriath that just... never got written about, because they never boiled over into actual political conflict, and so it was never the sort of tension that had any bearing on the historical record.

Except then Beren & Lúthien happen to the world, and a few years later the Narn, and in the blink of an eye suddenly the only king Doriath has ever had is dead, and the only queen Doriath has ever had is gone and the Girdle with her—and more than that, the only rulers the Sindar had ever had for three thousand years before Doriath existed.

And where a few years earlier I think the Iathrim would probably have turned pretty universally to Lúthien, now she's abandoned them for her human husband—and while she's my favorite character in the entire legendarium hands-down and I don't blame her, I think that's another place there might have actually been some very mixed feelings among the Iathrim that nobody wanted to admit to later because how could anyone have been upset with Lúthien—and on top of her abandoning them for him, I think it's extremely probable most of Doriath did not actually get over their xenophobia about humans in general or Beren in specific when Thingol did (we know for sure at least some of Doriath didn't, cf. Saeros insulting Túrin's mother & sister to his face), but again, who's going to admit to having had a grudge against the holy couple of Middle-earth after the fact, you know?

Conversely, there could've been a sizeable faction of Sindar who had been totally loyal to Thingol until everything happened with Beren & Lúthien, but who found his actions towards them and/or Finrod to be where they drew the line, and while (unlike B&L themselves) that faction stayed in Doriath, there could've been a new, additional tension on that front.

Finally, for all we know there were multiple factions within the Laiquendi of Doriath, with political tensions stretching back to before their king died, rooted in who-even-knows!

2. Dior

All of that, of course, sets up a very, very messy political situation for Dior to walk into.

The Doriath stuff is arguably more speculation than actual headcanon, but here's where the unambiguous headcanons come in: I don't think "Dior Eluchil set himself to raise anew the glory of the kingdom of Doriath." Obviously that's how it got written down, but bluntly, I can't see Beren and Lúthien having a kid that stupid or, like, power-hungry and arrogant?

What I can see is a situation where the messenger that brought word of Thingol's death and Melian's departure asked Beren & Lúthien to come take over as the new king and queen, we promise we're not mad about you leaving and we won't be xenophobic to your husband anymore we swear it's fine now pretty please, Beren & Lúthien said no, and the messenger either asked Dior as a second choice, or said "okay fine none of that was actually true but Doriath is falling apart and we need a leader ASAP and there's about eight different contenders* (mostly kinsmen of Thingol or Laiquendi) being backed by various factions and it's going to devolve into civil war any minute so if you care at all—" and Dior said "would I do?"

(* Ask me about my Galadriel headcanon)

I don't think Dior necessarily wanted to be king of Doriath, and I don't think he saw the throne as his birthright or anything like that; I don't think anyone involved, from Thingol to Lúthien to Dior himself, ever considered the possibility of Thingol dying and needing an heir! I think it's possible he was asked, or at most that he offered, and either way, I think he saw becoming king as taking on a responsibility for the sake of others.

(Which, like, "well here's a potentially impossible task that I'm going to take up even though probably no one thinks I'm actually capable of it, but it's my duty to help others as best I can" sure does sound to me like an attitude one might develop when raised by Lúthien "I kicked Sauron's ass cast a sleep spell on Morgoth and persuaded the Valar to find a loophole in the fabric of reality" Tinuviel and Beren "I stayed by my father's side as an outlaw to give my mother time to lead the rest of our people away hopefully to safety knowing I would never see her or any of them again (and then spent several years being a giant thorn in Morgoth's side for good measure)" Barahirion, where "apparently my grandpa I may or may not have ever met died, guess that makes me the king of a place i may or may not have ever been" does... not.)

I also think he either took on the epithet Eluchil, or was given it by whichever factions of the Iathrim accepted him as king, when he actually became king. Obviously he's going to be referred to as Dior Eluchil even before that in retrospect because that's how he's thought of later, but that doesn't mean it was actually a name he always had, you know?

The final thing is, I think if Dior essentially walked into a political situation five seconds from devolving into civil war, it makes his inaction regarding the Silmaril prior to the Second Kinslaying make more sense: the Fëanorioni have been sitting around doing nothing about the Silmaril in Doriath / with Beren & Lúthien this whole time, the letter saying "hey that's our Silmaril give it back now" is probably just a formality, and Dior's only been ruling for a couple years, there's still plenty of people dubious about whether he should be king at all, he might well be subject to at least some of whatever xenophobia remains about humans in Doriath, and in general all the work he's done on stabilizing the kingdom will absolutely come undone again if he screws up; he's trying to keep a kingdom from falling apart, the Silmaril thing can wait.

Of course, it wasn't a formality, and it couldn't wait, but why would Dior have known that?

#shrikeseams #replies #doriath #the silmarillion #dior eluchil #lotr #lotr meta #i guess?#character: dior #jesus christ this is so much longer than i meant it to be i'm so sorry #also my lunch break was supposed to end twenty minutes ago WHOOPS please forgive any typos i have no time to fix #also there wasn't a good place to stick this in #but i also think everyone in doriath probably has PTSD about thingol's death #(many of them may also have had PTSD already esp the laiquendi or those of the sindar who had to return to menegroth in a hurry #when the first waves of orcs showed up #but anyone who didn't already almost definitely does by the time dior gets there #because holy shit our king is dead the girdle is gone none of us are safe now and he was murdered before the girdle even fell #so have we even been as safe as we thought all this time or were the last couple centuries a lie?)#but yeah those are my dior headcanons!! idk if that picture of doriath or dior in particular are to anyone's taste but mine #but if nothing else i like the idea of dior getting to be... an actual person? and someone i can see having been raised by beren & lúthien #and he doesn't really get to be either of those in the silm and i rarely see him in fanworks getting fleshed out like other characters do #and i think that's kind of a shame #you know?#also yes i am completely ignoring that dior's name theoretically means ''successor'' bc like. why would they name him that #that is from an early draft and there is no way to know if ''dior'' would even have stayed his name #if tolkien had gotten around to updating all the names in B&L/CoH etc into modern Sindarin #never mind if it would have meant anything remotely similar #this is mostly a first-draft post written in one sitting in the space of 45 minutes partially while late for work #i have Definitely left many points out and i am sorry if anyone has questions about things i probably have answers / can elaborate further?

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