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urwendii · 8 hours

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So I know not a lot of people in the world have a strong opinion on who is best to ship Middle Earth’s Sun with but I am obsessed with The Lost Tales era Eonwë/Arien (or Fionwë/Urwendi) and the parallels with Elwing and Eärendil.

The Arien/Tilion thing of Moon in love with the Sun of course makes sense in a sort of collective unconscious mythology type way but something about a romance between Bird and Celestial Body is just 🔥

In both versions our bird flies through the air seeking lover lost at sea

Manwë sent Fionwë his son, swiftest of all to move about the airs, and bade him say to Urwendi that the bark of the Sun come back awhile to Valinor, for the Gods have counsels for her ear; and Fionwë fled most readily, for he had conceived a great love for that bright maiden long ago, and her loveliness now, when bathed in fire she sate as the radiant mistress of the Sun, set him aflame with the eagerness of the Gods. (LT I, VIII)

Indeed for a while mishap fell even upon bright Urwendi, that she wandered the dark grots and endless passages of Ulmo’s realm until Fionwë found her and brought her back to Valinor (LT I, IX)

For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Eärendil her beloved. (Silm, ch 24)

who sails in a hallowed ship through the Door of the Night.

Ulmo draws the galleon of the Sun before the Door of Night. Then speaks Urwendi the mystic word, and they open outward before her, and a gust of darkness sweeps in but perishes before her blazing light; and the galleon of the Sun goes out into the limitless dark, and coming behind the world finds the East again. (LT I, IX)

But they took Vingilot, and hallowed it, and bore it away through Valinor to the uttermost rim of the world; and there it passed through the Door of Night and was lifted up even into the oceans of heaven. (Silm, ch 24)

And then our birds Eonwë and Elwing end up being the ones to deliver the Silmarils to their fated places (from Elwing to Eärendil to Air, from Eonwë to Maedhros and Maglor to Fire and Water)

And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters. (Silm, ch 24)

There are several more similarities like the early idea that both Eärendil and Arien encountered mermaids while they were at sea (LT I, commentary on The Tale of Qorinómi and LT II, V) and Tilion originally chasing Eärendil instead of Arien (LT II, V)

And also I just think Eonwë should be allowed to do the apocalypse as revenge for his girlfriend because come on:

For ’tis said that ere the Great End come Melko shall in some wise contrive a quarrel between Moon and Sun, and Ilinsor shall seek to follow Urwendi through the Gates, and when they are gone the Gates of both East and West will be destroyed, and Urwendi and Ilinsor shall be lost. So shall it be that Fionwë Úrion, son of Manwë, of love for Urwendi shall in the end be Melko’s bane, and shall destroy the world to destroy his foe, and so shall all things then be rolled away.’ (LT I, IX)

#*vibrates in unhinged excitement* its not like ive been saying this for ages #birdy boy x sun lady is the best ship ever im sorry #but also nice parallels!#“I just think Eonwë should be allowed to do the apocalypse as revenge for his girlfriend” youre so right op #otp: he of the sun

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urwendii · 9 hours

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This was supposed to be posted for @silmarillionepistolary but life got in the way.

Note: French, some sort of prose.

Pairing: Maedhros x Fingon

Son père ayant péri, Maitimo écrit une lettre finale à Findekáno avant de partir rencontrer Melkor.

Pardonne moi mon amour,

Pardonne moi Finno de devoir t'écrire lorsque le monde n’est qu’obscurité, lorsque nos épées suintant encore du sang de nos péchés ne sont à peine rangées.

Pardonne moi Finno pour n'avoir pas su être grand et dans notre folie envolée dans ce vent si rugissant, ne me viens maintenant que le goût amer des regrets.

Pardonne moi Finno pour ne pas lutter, ne pas pleurer, ne pas crier. L'éloquence des mots qui furent un jour mon arme s'est évaporée comme une simple flamme sur laquelle on souffle avant de se coucher.

Pardonne moi mon amour car si il y a dorénavant des cendres sous mes ongles, dans mes yeux; celles dans mon cœur tapissent déjà une triste destinée presque achevée.

Pardonne moi mon amour, car je dois m'en aller au plus loin dans cette obscurité, et je la redoute, je la maudit, elle qui m'aura bientôt trahie. Il est l’heure à présent où lorsque je me lèverai, roi de quelques heures, couronné de larmes et de colère, je marcherai alors, la tête levée.

Pardonne moi Finno même si dans mon cœur résonne encore la poésie de ton corps et moi ivre de tes baisers, lorsque nous étions inconscients et si beaux, mon amour, dans notre gaieté.

Pardonne moi mon amour, car à quoi peut bien rimer mon existence si séparé de toi, je ne peux que prier que tu aies renoncé.

Russo.

#russingon #maedhros x fingon #prompt: tolkien lgdrm #why in french? bc im more eloquent and smart in my native language

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urwendii · 10 hours

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Ou est le silm fandom français ?

#save me SAVE ME #j en ai marre d'écrire en anglais dès fois serieux #pour avoir 6 kudos en plus lmfao autant écrire dans ma langue natale

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urwendii · 10 hours

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rare pair bingo

⸙ Prompt: Spin the bottle | Caranthir x Finrod ⸙ Synopsis: Caranthir hates party games. Finrod may be able to change his mind. ⸙ Warnings: Cousins kissing (in case you weren't aware) ⸙ Quadrupe drabble

Whoever had come up with this silly game, Carnistir didn't remember, but he knew he loathed them for it.

First his brothers had dragged him to this strange, semi-secret meeting of various young Elven lords and ladies, attended by their cousins as well, and then he had been forced to participate in whichever asinine activities came to mind.

The game in question was based on the simple and rather witless premise of sitting around an empty bottle placed on the floor which was spun around to determine the group's next victim, and it had steadily been devolving from demanding the disclosure of personal secrets and completing embarrassing little tasks to a plain and direct "who kisses who" version.

Findaráto was favoured not only by the vast majority of attendants, but also the bottle itself, as it seemed. Smiling and casting down his gaze in faux coyness, he had just received a kiss from Turukáno — further contributing to Carnistir's foul mood — and was getting ready for another round. With a flurry of tinkling golden bracelets, he spun the bottle.

Carnistir stared at it, more out of boredom than out of genuine interest. He was entranced by the candlelight reflecting off the glass until the bottle became slower and slower and eventually stopped, pointing at none other than–

"Moryo!" Tyelkormo exclaimed way too loudly, startling his younger brother out of his trance. "Moryo finally gets a kiss!"

There were a few polite laughs and giggles at what was supposed to be a joke. Carnistir glared at him, irate, but was soon distracted when Findaráto practically crawled through the middle of the circle to reach him.

Now on all fours in front of him, his attention was mercilessly drawn to his fair-haired cousin and that mesmerising green eyes of his, like sparkling jewels adorning a precious golden statue. Carnistir gulped, not knowing what to say. Should he decline? No, that would be cowardly. Should he make the first move? He knew not.

Fortunately, Findaráto did it for him. A simple, lighthearted, "Hello, Moryo" was all he said before cupping his cheeks and leaning in to press his lips against his. He was warm, soft and tasted like sweet wine, Carnistir noticed. Yet by far the most surprising thing was that, despite the hooting around them and the suboptimal situation, he found that he enjoyed it — so much so that he kissed him back.