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lendmyboyfriendahand · 5 days

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Trans Celegorm

Celegorm was born female. Strong-daughter hasty-riser, whose hair looks just like her grandmother.

Celegorm at ten knowing she is different somehow from the other girls. It’s not just the privileges of rank, or her discomfort with the expectations of a princess of the Noldor. Something about the role in society that Celegorm is supposed to take up just sits wrong, as much as she tries to ignore it.

Celegorm’s period starts at 12 and she hates it, hates her body, hates knowing she’ll never grow as tall and as broad as her father or Maedhros. Her body is built for giving new life, so Celegorm learns how to take life instead. She asks to join Orome’s hunt and is told she’s too young. She does everything she can to practice the skills anyway.

Celegorm is accepted to join the hunt at 15, when she manages to sneak up on Tilion. Running with the maiar who view her as weak because she’s an incarnate who didn’t build her muscles from the atoms up to be the best at snapping a deer’s neck, not because she’s a girl. Celegorm not knowing why this feels better, but at least she can fight and track when her head gets too full of circling thoughts. Celegorm can sneak up on anything, and learns quickly enough how to avoid leaving a blood trail of her own whether it’s from a scrape on her arm or from her cunt.

Celegorm trying to feel good in her body, and succeeding in the moments when she’s clothed, or when she’s not being judged. But now her tits have grown and she hates them, hates how they get in the way of her bow unless she binds them down, how when she goes home Maedhros says it’s improper to wrestle with her (and maybe he’s just stuffy and formal now, but also Celegorm is a very hands on fighter.) Celegorm hates how everyone expects her to wear clothes that are wrong, tailored to emphasize the chest not the shoulders, flowing and getting in the way. Sure, everyone has to wear robes at court, but then Father can come home and just wear an apron and trousers in the forge while Celegorm can’t.

Celegorm at 17 realizing she wants to be a man.

Celegorm at 17 thinking no one will take her seriously, she’s not even of age, and has always been weird anyway. Everyone will say it’s just about not fitting in to normal society.

Celegorm realizing that even her parents don’t truly understand her – no, him. Not in this at least. Sure, Feanor bakes according to his mother’s recipe, and Nerdanel wrestles huge blocks of marble into place. But Feanor is a man and Nerdanel is a woman.

Celegorm figuring screw it, they can’t stop him.

Celegorm is skilled with a knife by now. If he cuts the lumps off his chest, no one will be able to tell he’s a girl from a distance. And if someone is close enough to see between his legs, they’re close enough for Celegorm to punch.

Celegorm will run away to the forest for a couple years and come back outside Alqualonde. Just another elf who had to take a break from cities to live in nature, it’s not that rare. Another wild man of the hills.

Nerdanel first realizes that Celegorm is trans when she opens her daughter’s room to find Celegorm about to conduct amateur surgery. Celegorm has put thought and preparation into this; he has a sharp knife and boiling water to clean it, and a pile of boiled rags (the remains of his bedsheet), and a chair set up in front of the mirror. The chair is draped in another sheet, and there’s a towel on the floor. Celegorm has a thoughtful look and is drawing on his breasts with charcoal, trying to plan the cuts. He needs to save some of the skin, can’t ruin his own hide, and he needs to avoid arteries though he’s never butchered anything with an elven shape…

Nerdanel panics and yells. After establishing that it’s not a suicide attempt (“If I wanted to die, I’d just go provoke a bear, Mom, it would be far less hassle!”), she’s still rather concerned. And Nerdanel knows that if she takes Celegorm’s knife, Celegorm will just find or make another. So even though this topic really out to be considered for longer in her opinion, Nerdanel doesn’t say that.

“Would you please get dressed and we can find a practiced surgeon in the city? You deserve the best care possible in changing your body.” Nerdanel compares it to how Celegorm had a personal trainer when building muscle as a child, to make sure he didn’t sprain anything. And does Celegorm really want to risk severing an artery, or cutting a tendon?

Celegorm agrees. Gender reassignment surgery isn’t actually a common thing in Tirion – most people who transition go for a years-long hormonal thing, or let the Valar build them a whole new body and move their spirit into it. But Celegorm knows this body, and he isn’t going to wait.

Specifically, by the time they go home they’ve talked to four different surgeons and found one with availability in the next week, assuming no one gets in an archery accident in the meantime.

Celegorm goes in. He gets his tits cut off. He sees no reason to get a cock – he’s already learned how to piss without getting it on his boots.

Celegorm eventually tries sex. He laughs at everyone who says you need a cock to be dominant. All you need is to be able to pin your partner to the bed and use them as a dildo.

Canon still happens. Celegorm still kidnaps Luthien and threatens her in an attempt to marry her. He’s not super invested in having kids, and if Luthien wants them he’s sure Melian can do some magic to make sure the babies share his blood.

(Amras is also a transman. With experience, Nerdanel and Feanor notice early enough to get him puberty blockers.)

#my fic #my writing #silmarillion #silm #celegorm #hasty riser #trans Tolkien

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felixwhetsel · 1 year

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hello! for the trans tolkien art requests, either nb legolas or mtf faramir? thank u for this initiative, it is lovely!

t4t eowyn & faramir (feat. book!faramir)

(also sorry this took like 13 years to do kdsjfasdf)

#tolkien #eowyn #faramir #trans tolkien #lord of the rings #felix draws

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arofili · 6 months

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Hey! I hope i'll fill the request right (let me know if i did mistakes)

It would be for:

17. + russingon + summer (if possible Valinor times)

Thank you and have a good day!

As I was writing I was picturing this happening in Himring during the Long Peace, but the descriptions are vague enough that it could definitely be Valinor if you want it to be :) ft. trans Maedhros!!

under the cut for nsft!

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“I can’t sleep,” Findekáno hissed. He punctuated the statement with a nip at Maitimo’s ear and a cool hand sneaking up his nightshirt, reaching to tweak a nipple.

Maitimo, who very much wished he could sleep, only groaned. “’M tired,” he grumbled, attempting (and failing) to push his lover away.

“I’m not,” Findekáno pointed out mischievously. His hands ran lightly down Maitimo’s chest, making him shiver despite the warmth of the night.

“Why don’t you get up and—and drink some milk?” Maitimo suggested. “Our goats are very productive this time of year—”

“I know something better to tire me out,” Findekáno purred, pointedly grinding against Maitimo’s rear.

“Finno,” Maitimo grumbled, but he could not deny his growing arousal as his lover’s talented hands roamed teasingly across his body.

“I’ll be quick,” Findekáno promised. “Unless you’d rather I be slow and tender...”

Maitimo sighed, relenting without much real reluctance, and spread his legs for Findekáno to better access his entrance. He was growing wet already, and felt his clit throb at the hitch in Findekáno’s breath.

“Ai, Russo, darling,” he crooned, eagerly reaching down to tease between Maitimo’s folds. “So good for me...”

“Be quick, then,” Maitimo said with put-upon disdain. “Use me, and then let me rest!”

Findekáno only chuckled, brushing fondly against his husband’s mind, fully aware that Maitimo had no true objections to this little game. Humming with delight, he nudged his lover’s thighs apart, his cock sliding between them, slicked by Maitimo’s own arousal.

“Nngh, so hot and firm for me,” Findekáno whispered, thrusting unhurriedly despite his promise to be quick. “Your legs alone undo me, beloved...”

Maitimo was already impatient, and this teasing, though it would be welcome at another time, was too much for him right now. Taking matters into his own hand, he shifted so Findekáno’s tip pushed slightly into his entrance, causing his lover to gasp.

“But your sweet, wet cunt—!” Findekáno bit Maitimo’s shoulder, readjusting to fully slide into him. Maitimo gave a full-body shudder as he was filled, clenching around his husband’s cock and rocking back to meet his thrusts.

“Ai, Russo, you are better every time,” Findekáno swore. “How is it, meldo, that you are so beautiful, so pleasing?”

“Faster,” was all Maitimo grunted in response. This time, Findekáno obliged.

He did not last long: soon Findekáno shuddered and spilled, wrapping his strong arms around Maitimo in a hot, heavy embrace. But as his breathing evened, he made no move to shift his position.

After a long moment, Maitimo hissed out, “Finno.”

“Mm?”

“Are you just—going to sleep like this?”

“’S what you wanted, isn’t it?” He snuggled even closer, his soft cock pressing a bit deeper into Maitimo, who still burned with need.

Maitimo whined. “Finno,” he whimpered. “You can’t—can’t leave me like this!”

“Or what? You won’t be able to sleep?” For one so close to slumber himself, Findekáno’s voice dripped with an amusement far too knowing.

“Yes!”

“Mmm...” Findekáno nipped the back of Maitimo’s neck teasingly. “Well, perhaps I’ll have mercy on you. You were so very accommodating, after all.”

Maitimo’s mouth fell open in a sigh of relief as his lover’s fingers finally made their way to his clit. The slight movement of his hips, the heat of his breath at Maitimo’s neck, the rich amusement and deep affection rippling across their bond—all of it combined, in only a minute or so, to push Maitimo over the edge into a rather subdued climax that was nonetheless a great relief, spreading satiation throughout his body until sleep almost overwhelmed him again.

Almost.

“Finno—”

“What now?” This time, it was Findekáno who was properly, sleepily grumpy.

“You’re still in me.”

A sigh. “Will you not embrace me this bitter night, even as I embrace you?”

“’S the middle of summer...”

“Russo...”

A huff. “If you insist.” But a hint of mirth crept its way into Maitimo’s voice as he added, “But tomorrow night, you’ll be the one sleeping with one of my cocks in you. And I am less...forgiving.”

Findekáno only laughed softly, relishing the challenge, and held his husband closer all night long.

#maedhros #fingon #russingon #maedhros x fingon #fingon x maedhros #silm #silmarillion #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #prompts #trans tolkien #trans maedhros

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runawaymun · 11 months

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For the pride requests: if you're up for it, gondolin ot3 at gondolin pride?

Wait is tarnin austa just gondolin pride

don't worry, they made sure Maeglin wore lots of sunscreen and that he re-applies often!

#thank you for the request #i will always do gondolin ot3 for u bb <3 #gondolin ot3 #maeglin #tuor #idril #the fall of gondolin #tfog #tolkien pride #trans tolkien #my art

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polutrope · 7 months

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Solace

A little something for Day 3 of @silmsmutweek, Prompts: Liege/Vassal, Trans and nonbinary identities, word: tug.

Rating: E | No warnings Relationship: Orodreth/Túrin Words: 400

On AO3

Grief is the rope that pulls them together. Orodreth knows this, and still, he cannot but gasp and writhe at the touch of the Man’s hands between his thighs, coaxing wetness from him with thick fingers. He is unexpectedly gentle and attentive for one so violent on the battlefield, one so grim in speech and countenance.

Adanedhel — nay, the Mormegil, the hero of Nargothrond Orodreth has never been — slides his muscled body over Orodreth where he lies prone and naked on the divan. Orodreth runs his hands over the plane of Adanedhel’s chest, his fine black hairs. He remembers the firmness and strength of his own body, once, when he was Felagund’s general, bulwark against the North.

Kingship and sorrow have made him soft. He has hated, in recent years, the curves of his wilting form in the mirror, and is grateful for the bulk of the regalia inherited from his dead brother. But now, bare and wet with want, he blooms. Adanedhel’s worshipful and careful touch, the pulse of his fingers inside him, dredge up a deep-sunken vitality and power. He thrums, unashamed.

He cups the back of the Man’s neck, knitting fingers through his thick hair. “Take me,” he whispers in his ear. “Take me.”

Adanedhel pulls back and slips his fingers from him. His expression is one of surprise, or perhaps concern, but his eyes are black with lust. “Are you certain, my lord?”

“Yes,” Orodreth says, arching his hips. “Yes,” he repeats, and grinds his pelvis against the evidence of the Man’s arousal.

Sitting back on his heels, Adanedhel unfastens his breeches, freeing his erection. Orodreth thinks its slight curve, its blushing head already glistening in the candlelight, no less beautiful than the rest of him.

Adanedhel lowers himself back over Orodreth’s body, nudging the tip of it to his entrance. Then, with a gasp, he slides in. Orodreth cannot but clench around him, rolling his hips up to take him deeper. Adanedhel’s first thrusts stutter, but it is not long before he relents to the urgency of his desire, bucking his hips to an animal rhythm. Orodreth cries out, tugging him close with his heels at the small of his back. Then he is shuddering around the pulse of Adanedhel’s release, bursting with the sensation of being filled and desired and safe.

Affection floods the gaping space in his soul. He is no longer alone.

#my fic #orodreth x turin #orodreth #turin turambar #turindreth #trans tolkien

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tarninausta · 2 years

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And behold! There Luthien walked before his eyes in Rivendell, clad in a mantle of silver and blue, fair as the twilight in Elvenhome.

- J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Return of the King”, Appendix A

trans Arwen ⭐ queer tolkien headcanons (4/?)

[ID: A picspam consisting of 12 images in pink, blue, and white.

1: Stars, from space / 2: A woman with brown skin behind a pink veil with golden embroidery / 3: A window in a pink wall / 4: Text reading “Arwen” and “noble maiden” / 5: A peacock with white and golden feathers / 6: A fountain with clear blue water / 7: A woman wearing a pink outfit consisting of shirt, skirt, and a veil and scarf / 8: A golden star garland / 9: Text reading “Undomiel” and “evenstar” / 10: A doorway in a wall built from blue patterned tiles / 11: A crumpled piece of turquoise, translucent fabric with a golden trim / 12: A meadow of pink flowers /End ID]

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eomerofrohan · 3 months

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Since we know Elves have personal sigils that work like family crests, and that ladies’ sigils are usually circular while men’s are usually diamond-shaped, a proposition:

Trans Elves see redesigning their sigil as an important rite of passage in their transition

Some will withdraw into the nearest library, only emerging when they have a design actually drawn. Others will get together with their trans Elf friends and have a sigil designing party. Discussions about symbolism are rampant. Questions like “do you know how you’re going to change your sigil” are often one of the first things out of friends and family’s mouths when someone comes out (usually right after “have you decided on a name?”)

Some will keep their sigil design basically the same as it was, just altered slightly to fit the new shape. Others will take the opportunity to completely redo it, like a fresh start

Revealing the new sigil is always very important to them, and many will choose to hold a party to celebrate the occasion

#trans tolkien #elves #headcanons #my posts

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the-quiet-fire-of-defiance · 1 year

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Idk its kind of wild how people will be headcanoning their favourite elves as trans/queer in one minute, talk about Death of the Author etc, and then the next minute turn around talking about "Curufin's canonical wife" "Maglor's canonical wife" "Fëanor was the only child in Valinor without a mother"

I think it's an example of how queerphobia cannot be solved with representation if it isn't accompanied by actively deconstructing heteronormativity/cissexism/endosexism. Including our own.

#silmarillion #trans tolkien

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necrobratz · 1 year

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Lifted Weight

➴ Trans Faramir Oneshot

Boromir decides to rid his little brother of the too-long nuisance that resides on his head.

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A 1k word trans joy fic with purely fluff and comfort. Boromir is a good big brother :)

#i wrote it literally just for my own comfort #they’re very special to me #rhreheuuuueueueue #*sobbing*#boromir #faramir #trans faramir #trans tolkien #Lifted Weight #lotr #lord of the rings #my fics #eros speaks

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astral-aromance · 2 years

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Local gremlin throws up some art after 34 years of silence.

This is a long forgotten piece I just finished today and it is dedicated to @trans-noldor ♡

#the silmarillion #jrr tolkien #silmart #tolkien art #tolkien #my art #trans maedhros #maedhros #fingon #gil galad #russingon #lgbtolkien #trans tolkien #family fluff time

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elithilanor · 1 year

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In line with him being one of (or the best) healer in Arda, Elrond does the best top surgery. He’s good at bottom surgery, but for some reason, the Greenwood elves are better at it.

#elithilanor #elrond #lotr #lotr hc #Imladris #healer elrond #trans elves #trans Tolkien #Mirkwood #Greenwood #transitioning #top surgery #bottom surgery

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maglors-anion-gap · 2 years

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Trans Tolkien Blog Recommendations

By popular request, I am putting together a list of anyone who:

is any gender (trans or cis)

makes or reblogs trans tolkien content

is a safe blogger for trans fans

makes a good-faith effort to keep transphobes off their blogs

To join, the sole requirement is that you do not allow transphobes. Take a quick look at new followers, block transphobes when you encounter them, listen to trans folks when we say something is transphobic. This is non-negotiable: trans tolkien fans are the audience for this list, and transphobe-free spaces are the priority.

Note: this list is under a readmore so it should always open to the most updated version.

@maglors-anion-gap (he/they)

trans tolkien

fic (Lorinand_Lost on AO3), meta, headcanons

@arofili (they/them)

fic (starlightwalking on AO3), graphics, meta, headcanons

trans tolkien

aro tolkien

also @surpassingvalour and @nblegolas

runs @tolkienremix @aspecardaweek @finweanladiesweek @tolkiengenweek (all trans-friendly events)

@welcometolotr (they/them)

tolkien-only

art and writing

@mad-hermit (she/they)

tolkien reblogs

trans tolkien

PoC tolkien

@russingon (he/they)

trans tolkien

fic

@outofangband (any pronouns)

trans tolkien, intersex tolkien

Children of Húrin

maedhros in/after Angband

fic, meta, worldbuilding, heavy duty canon research

@the-quiet-fire-of-defiance (they/them)

trans tolkien

disabled tolkien @from-song-unmarred

@maglor-sightings

@bellejolras (she/they)

media analysis

reblogs

@brighter-arda (she/her/ia)

PoC tolkien art

@thatfeanorian (she/they)

trans tolkien

fic

russingon, finweans

@endillos (she/her)

edits and reblogs

luthien, peredhel, finweans

some really spectacular PoC tolkien content

@jaz-the-bard (she/they)

mostly silm

fic and musical composition

@ambarto (they/them)

meta and fic

geography of Arda

@luthien (she/her)

multifandom

edits and fic

@thedaughterofshadows (they/them)

fic and headcanons

@maedhrus (she/her)

multifandom

edits and fic

@mai-sau (he/him)

art and edits

general tolkien @clown-champion

@astral-aromance (he/they)

trans tolkien

writing and headcanons

tolkien-inspired jewelry making

@houndsofvalinor-art (they/them)

art and art reblogs

@mxmia (they/them)

reblogs

fic

@writerman (he/him)

Trans thranduil

Fic

@undercat-overdog-overdog (she/her)

fic (undercat on AO3)

silvergifting

@disorganisedautodidact (any pronouns)

tolkien reblogs

@xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx (he/him)

fic

reader inserts

@sigaldry-of-thu (he/him)

trans tolkien

religion in tolkien's works