#caranthir

[carmisse]

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#maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod and amras #sons of feanor #feanorians #the silm fandom #the silmarillion #silm fandom #the silm

[lamemaster]

Loving the Maelstrom

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Perks of marrying a writer. Nelyafinwe pov.

AN: Istg I get the most random ideas while working out.

Curvo bounced the fussing Tyelpe in his arms, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Maitimo sighed for the what felt like the hundredth time that evening. He glanced across the room at you, your face lit by the flickering firelight. A vicious smirk was etched upon your lips, your eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity as you stared into some unseen distance. "She's writing a villainess," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.

The murmur seemed to quench everyone's curiosity, at least momentarily. Except for Tyelkormo, who perked up at the revelation. "A villainess?" he echoed, his eyes wide with fascination. "Is that why Kano's been playing such… ominous tunes lately?" he asked, directing his question towards a very tired-looking Nelyafinwe.

Before Nelyafinwe could muster a reply, Moryo, ever the impatient one, interjected. "Makalaure, for the love of Illuvatar, can we please have a normal tune?" he pleaded, his voice laced with exasperation

Both you and Kano paused for a fleeting second. Your minds snapped into the present world before grinning widely and Kano launched into another melancholy somber tune. This time, accompanied by your booming evil laughter. 

Such perhaps was the fate of loving a writer. He had known it well as Kano’s brother. A songwriter and musician's angst was familiar to Maitimo. And yours was similar yet, so achingly different.

Where Kano’s music seldom bled into his life, your words lingered in a pervasive presence. The angst of separated lovers, fervor of a brewing war, or the grit of a dwindling hero, you were lost in your worlds even before Maitimo met you. 

And when he did meet you, he also met your worlds. Gay, morose, bleak, grand, your worlds were his now. Your character settled into his thoughts. And sometimes, they carried a part of him or his family. Small fragments of your life that bled into your worlds. 

He liked your never-ending ramblings about a crooked character or exceptionally hard-to-write down plot. And he witnessed your fall into the world who possessed your mind and heart. 

Despite the differences in art, you and Kano were inseparable in the creation of art. His tunes often rang out from your and Maitimo’s home as you scribbled away another tale. While Kano’s music was given a direction of melodies from the stories you wove into the tunes he tinkered around with. 

And this was the rare occasion where both you and his brother were taken by a story so bewitching that from the strums of Kano’s harp to the rouge of your lips- all was tainted with a lingering shade of sinister. 

It had been a week since your robes had been swapped for uncanny dark silken gowns, very much not your usual choice of color, your nails were painted a hue darker almost bloodlike. Even the decor of your study had shifted ambiance similar to that of the Maiar of Namo.

On several occasions, Maitimo had seen you stir your dinner with a smile so venomous that he sniffed his food twice before eating it. 

You donned a gait so seductive that he, almost was tempted to discard the weekly family dinner with his parents. Yet, despite the unease that gnawed at him, Maitimo couldn't deny the jolt of excitement that shot through him when your newly painted nails, tipped with a crimson that seemed to mock innocence, brushed against his arm.

“I just hope sister-in-law and Kano are not going down the Mairon route of life.” Curufin’s words brought Maitimo back to the present. 

The dinner had ended surprisingly well. Kano’s company had perhaps allowed you to shed the world that captivated you these days for a few moments. You were back to your normal self smiling by his side. Helping his mother and brothers set up the dinner table as twins climbed all over Maitimo.

It was only later in the night when his breath shuddered. He gasped as your lips ghosted over his ears. Filthy words spoken without a care of the oddly lonely alley on the way back to your home. Words so daringly sacrilegious that they would have sent a Vanya to the halls of Irmo. 

Maitimo however, was nothing if not immune to the intricacies of your play and definitely not a faint-hearted Vanya. Pulling you closer in his arms, he indulged your little world. Tracing the shape of your lips with his fingers, he kissed you with a wicked smile. 

Nelyafinwe loved every part of you. Even the fucking crazy ones. 

(This one definitely more than the angsty lovers)

#silmarillion x reader #the silmarillion #maedhros x reader #fluff #maglor #maedhros fluff #drabble #Caranthir #little Tyelpe

[eccentricmya]

Sons of Fëanor and their mortifying ordeals

Amrod: the mortifying ordeal of being the first Fëanorion dead

Amras: the mortifying ordeal of being the alive Ambarussa

Curufin: the mortifying ordeal of being mistaken for your dad by your own mother

Caranthir: the mortifying ordeal of being known as red-faced

Celegorm: the mortifying ordeal of being the least fair of all fairs

Maglor: the mortifying ordeal of being the last Fëanorion wandering

Maedhros: the mortifying ordeal of being the eldest

#sons of feanor #shitposting by dummies #silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #ambarussa

[cilil]

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.

Thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @saintstars @urwendii

#tpcrarepairbingo #caranthir #carnistir #finrod #findarato #caranthir x finrod #drabble #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing

[nailsinmywall]

Descendants of finwë (incl. kidnapped children): sons and daughters of fëanor, fingolfin and finarfin

#silmarillion #silmart #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #curufin #oh my god how do i even tag everyone #anyways i am never rendering armor again ❤️ fuck this shit #this was a PAIN to color (i say this about every render) #i started this [checking date] 3 years ago #caranthir #ambarussa #celebrimbor #fingon #aredhel #maeglin #turgon #finrod #galadriel #ET CETERA #this started out as a height/size chart for myself and spiraled out of control

[anattmar]

“A king is he that can hold his own, or else his title is vain”, yes, Maedhros?

#the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #tolkien memes #silm memes #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amras #not amrod tho #thingol

[marchioness-of-the-flowers-blog]

One thing I love about the Silmarillion is that because it’s so massive, its fans have to specialize.

Like I love everything but my Silm major is in Finrod studies, with a minor in obscure background characters.

Reblog this post with your Silmarillion “speciality,”

#the marchioness rambles #silmarillion #lotr #finrod felagund #Caranthir #is also one of my faves #I started out as a huge Maglor stan #This post is kinda cringe #And that is okay.

[chechula]

Overly dramatic inking practice: the death of Feanor ♥ I had too much fun drawing this (maybe I will color it later...or do some overly dramatic Silmarillion series, as always )

#tolkien #silmarillion #feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #ambarussa

[runmienn]

Curufin, Caranthir and Cleeg🕺

#the silmarillion #silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien fanart #fantasy books #fantasy literature #fantasy art #silm fanart #silm art #curufin #caranthir #celegorm #feanorians #runmien tolkien #digital art #lotr

[ilaneya]

caranthir the dark

#silmarillion #silm art #tolkien #caranthir #fanart #ilaneya #art #I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH IT TURNED OUT SO SO WELL I CANT STOP STARING

[juiceagainandagainandagain]

all seven of them :)

#maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #ambarussa #these wree fun to scribble out #now i can put the pixel pen down #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm art #tolkien #my art #digital art #sons of feanor #pixel art

[busymagpie]

When you're your younger siblings' jungle gym

#maedhros #celegorm #caranthir #silmarillion #siblings 🫶

[prymaraa]

dysfunctional elves (in vyshyvankas (in valinor)) sketches

maglor and maedhros

caranthir, celegorm and curufin ft huan

aaand amrod and amras (designs by @heathcliffgirl2002 because they're amazing)

so, feanorians in ukrainian embroidered shirts, I put in this more thoughts then I probably should have, so some fun facts

the main parts of embroidery is their names, in ukrainian embroidery you can encrypt words, dates, even family trees into patterns and this thing was so interesting to me that I encrypted feanorians names in embroidery

also these names are not their sindarin names, they're mother-names (aka amilessë) because it's very common symbol in ukrainian culture "a mother embroiders a shirt for her child as a protecting charm" especially before said child going to the long adventure and i feel some sad parallels about noldors adventure to the middle-earth

also amrad and amras's mother names are the same, so on their shirts there are two different varieties of "writing" the same name

#feanorians #maedhros #maglor #caranthir #celegorm #curufin #amrod #amras #silmarillion #my art #tolkien #украрт #арткозацтво #укртумбочка #сильмариліон #толкін

[naarisz]

Back to Himring

#silmarillion #silm #silm art #tolkien #the silmarillion #lotr #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #amrod #amras #feanorians #sons of feanor #comics

[cilil]

Caranthir is the Elven version of those sweets I used to eat all the time, the ones that are super, super sour on the outside - to the point that you'd get all red in the face (see the meaning of his name) and your eyes would pop out a bit - but if you suck and chew on them you get to the sweet, soft inside part

#caranthir #carnistir #moryo #crack #shitpost #silmarillion

[istaricelebelasse]

Someone mishearing the name of Galadriel’s husband and being convinced she is married to Celegorm.

Options for this include:

Fingolfin - as a letter from Doriath is smudged in just the right place. This misunderstanding helps to contribute significantly to his decision to get crushed by Morgoth’s boot.

Caranthir - he ignores most of the going’s on from his siblings and would really like to know less about the supposed marriage of his hated cousin and least favourite brother. May they make each other miserable together. Doesn’t find out the truth until Doriath.

Angrod - he is torn between brotherly loyalty and loyalty to one who is his friend. He isn’t sure which one to feel sorry for and is Very Relieved when Finrod clears up the misunderstanding.

Finarfin - garbled rumours from across the seas. Is absolutely horrified and thinks it is yet another rebellion by his daughter. Doesn’t find out until he sees Galadriel again in Beleriand, where his first words upon greeting Celeborn are ‘thank the Valar you aren’t my nephew’

Sauron - attempts to torment Galadriel about the loss and downfall of her husband. Is very confused when she tells him that he is alive and well and that Sauron has had dinner with him! He does not recall dining with any of Feanor’s sons. He just knows that somewhere Celebrimbor’s ghost is laughing at him.

All of the above.

#silmarillion #galadriel #celeborn #Celegorm #fingolfin #caranthir #finarfin #Sauron