#dark melian au

[kitcat22]

Thinking about a darkish au where Melian never allows thingol to leave Nan Elmoth. Maybe she senses his inevitable death so she keeps him imprisoned there out of a desire to protect him. Maybe she a little more evil and keeps him there in a desire to posses him. But they end up in an aredhel eol situation with thingol desperate to escape with his daughter and reunite with his family. It would be interesting to see what the first age would look like without them and how the tale of Luthien and Beren would change. Would Doriath still be built? Would Elmo be king of the sindar instead? How would he handle the the news of the first kinslaying and the arrival of the noldor in Beleriand?

Anyway i need to think more on this.

#silmarillion #silm au #thingol #melian #elwe #luthien #elwe singollo #my writing #dark melian au

[thesummerestsolstice]

Silm AU Concept that Won't Leave me Alone:

Earendil falls ill, not long after his marriage. None of the healers in Sirion– human or elven– can explain why. Maybe it's because Idril and Tuor left for Valinor recently, and no one really thinks they'll make it there alive. Maybe it's the plague that's been sweeping through war-torn Beleriand. Maybe his body is just giving up on him– it's not unheard of for half-elves to die that way.

And it's becoming clear that Earendil is dying. Nothing they do helps. Some of Elwing's advisors try to keep her away from his bedside– half out of fear his illness is contagious and half because she spends all her time there, refusing to eat or rest. They're trying to protect her from the horrible truth. It isn't working.

Elwing knows of two great sources of magic. One is her own– inherited from Melian, running far stronger in her blood than any had expected, far stronger than it had in her father. Strong enough that she's spent most of her life learning to hide it. Flowers bloom under her feet, birds flock to her side. Elwing is powerful, but she's young; untrained. She tries to help Earendil. She fails.

And then there is the Silmaril. The Silmaril's power is not like hers. It does not make things grow, or bring the birds and gentle beasts of the world to their doorstep. But it drives away the orcs, keeps the wolves at bay, cuts through the darkness, burns away evil. It is a much more violent kind of purification.

And Elwing thinks, is it not evil coursing through my husband's veins, choking his lungs, threatening to tear him away from me?

She takes the Silmaril and pries it open with a dagger, pouring it's divine light into the abalone-shell cup that Idril had given her before she sailed away. She gives it to Earendil, comforts him, climbs into bed beside him. They hold each other, whisper their marriage vows again in the darkness. When Elwing drifts into sleep, she doesn't know if he'll still be there when she wakes up.

And then Earendil wakes up with clear, bright eyes. It works. It works very well. It works so well that Elwing has to teach Earendil how to hide the new light in his eyes and the shimmer under his skin.

Elwing keeps the Silmaril hidden away after that. Some whisper that she's become obsessed with it, just as her father had. In truth, she's just trying to hide the fact that the gem has no light left. Somehow, she doubts her advisors would approve of her decision.

But she doesn't care, and neither does Earendil. They are happy, and in love. Not long after Earendil's recovery– a recovery most think was a miracle sent by the Valar– they have children. Two very strange children with sharp teeth and bright eyes who they love very much.

It looks like everything will work out for Elwing's little family, right until the day the first letter from Maedhros Feanorian arrives.

#silmarillion #silm au #silm headcanons #elwing #earendil #elrond #elrond peredhel #elros #maedhros #eldritch peredhel #sirion #crack treated seriously #what if someone drank a Silmaril? #I kind of want to write more of this is has *implications* #let the Peredhel fam be weird together!! #Elwing and Earendil are the couple of all time

[cilil]

AO3 recommendations overview

A good chunk of the recommendations I received - thanks again to all those who sent me something! - were from AO3 and I couldn't always find a corresponding Tumblr post to reblog so I decided to make a list for convenience (an attempt at sorting has also been made). Please go show some love, enjoy and happy holidays/happy new year!

₊˚⊹ Ainur

♡ Back In Evernow by @the-red-butterfly (Melkor & Manwë, Gen)

♡ Feathers and Friends by @elennalore (Manwë & Ulmo & Maglor, Gen)

♡ Whenever our paths cross by @thedaughterofshadows (Tilion, Arien & Ilmarë, Gen)

♡ Go Get Him by @glorf1ndel (Eönwë x Arafinwë, T, WoW)

♡ To be Made of Fire by @hirazuki (Mairon & Arien, Gen)

♡ Worth While by @hirazuki (Mairon & Eönwë, T, WoW)

♡ Redeeming graces cast aside by @mirkwood-hr-department (Melkor & Nienna, T, canon divergence)

♡ No Sooner Looked by @verecunda (Melkor x Mairon, Eönwë, T)

♡ When Your Walls Fall by @curufiin (Melkor x Mairon, T, canon divergence)

₊˚⊹ Elves

♡ So do our Minutes Hasten to their End by @maglor-my-beloved (Caranthir x Haleth, Erestor, T)

♡ Anywhere With you by @last-capy-hupping (Maedhros x Fingon, past Melkor x Maedhros, E, modern AU, heed warnings)

♡ What Happens at Camp Eglarest, Stays at Camp Eglarest by @polutrope (Daeron x Maglor, T, modern AU)

♡ of a harsh and caustic nature (the root of hope) by @oopsbirdficced (Caranthir x Finrod, T, soulmate AU)

♡ A Compass Pointing North by @elentarial (Celegorm x multiple, E, modern AU (cam work))

♡ Pour Out A Drink For Me by @nothinghereisworking (Caranthir x Haleth, T)

♡ Star Anise by @maglor-my-beloved (Fëanor & Nerdanel & their children, Gen)

♡ Bureaucratic outcomes & oversights by @sortumavaara (Glorfindel x Erestor, M)

♡ Snow white and the hunts(wo)men by @goschatewabn (Celegorm x Oromë, M, ABO)

♡ Laws and Customers by @z-h-i-e (Glorfindel x Erestor, little Arwen, Gen)

♡ glade-song by @welcomingdisaster (Galadriel x Melian, M)

♡ Slow Flights by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Irmo, Gen, coming back to life)

♡ The Seven Trials of Fingon the Valiant by @melestasflight and @polutrope (Fingon, various pairings, T)

♡ My Bones Divide and Shake by @sallysavestheday (Celegorm & Oromë, Gen)

♡ Nothing gold can stay by @mirkwood-hr-department (Thranduil x Glorfindel, E, long fic)

♡ Something in the Darkness by @hirazuki (Eöl x Aredhel, M)

₊˚⊹ Dwarves & Hobbits

♡ You Should Be Safe With Me by @fantasyinallforms (Bilbo x Thorin, E, canon divergent verse)

♡ And I’ll say I love you, and I’ll say that I do by @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book (Bilbo x Thorin, Gen, modern AU)

♡ Flowers that Never Die by @frosticenow (Bilbo x Thorin, T, pre-canon)

♡ Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles (Bilbo x Thorin, E, modern AU, accidental marriage)

₊˚⊹ For Orc lovers

♡ Scars of Silver and Gold by @niennawept (Adar x OFC, E, ROP verse)

₊˚⊹ Old/older favorites that helped me through difficult times back in the day:

♡ Catechesis by @lvsifer (Melkor x Mairon, E, pope AU my beloved)

♡ the path of ecstasy by @bodhvild (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ In Utumno's Deeps by @foxindarkness (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ distractions by @tarmairons (Melkor x Mairon, baby dragons, unrated)

♡ Just This Once by @crackinthecup (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ ... and I burn for you by @echoesoftheforest (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Desire by @dragonofmordor (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Sacrament by @mayakoroz (Melkor x Mairon, E)

I was a lurker back then and too shy to comment or make myself known, but I saved links to my favorite works and never forgot about them. Better late than never.

₊˚⊹ Gifts for yours truly

♡ His Malicious Majesty by @i-did-not-mean-to (Mairon, various pairings, M)

♡ Where there's smoke, there's a fire by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon x Gothmog, E, modern AU)

♡ Dog eat dog or something like that by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, puppy, gen)

♡ Aber bitte mit Sahne... by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, coffeeshop AU)

♡ Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, mafia AU)

♡ Reaching for the stars by @i-did-not-mean-to (Manwë x Varda x Yavanna, T)

♡ The adventures of Crablor by @goschatewabn (Crablor x Faramir, E, heed warnings)

♡ Broken traps by @ruiniel (Andreth & a wolf, T)

₊˚⊹ Art collections (is this cheating? No idea - but this is my event and I loved these so let's put them in as a bonus)

♡ Kinktober by @sortumavaara (various, E)

♡ Kinktober by @elanna-elrondiel (various, E)

#cílil's fantastic ficmas #fic recs #cílil's fantastic ficmas recommendations #ao3 overview

[meadowlarkx]

Some March fic recs!

For Tolkien Fanfic Reading Month! Limiting myself to stories I read in March (but posted anytime). (header by Anna Zakharova on Unsplash)

picnic by @swanmaids - A bored and reckless Aredhel goes to Vána's orchards seeking adventure and has an experience. This lush and sexy fic feels like a warm summer afternoon. I love how seductive and eerie Vána is here!

Kiss and Marry by @thecoolblackwaves - Have you ever looked at Celegorm and Curufin and thought, "They should be the stars of a romcom"? No? This fic is here to reveal that wonder to you.

弄假成真 by Divano_Messiah - Maglor has been telling people at school that he has a boyfriend. Maedhros is jealous until he learns who it is. (I admit I read this via google translate, you can too...)

Envy by @polutrope - In Tirion, Maglor and Elemmírë struggle to handle each other's reputations with equanimity. The people around them try to respond. This fic is so funny and sweet--I love this take on Elemmírë and Fëanor's guest appearance is hilariously him.

Youthful Regrets by kitkatkaylie - Turgon and Maglor fall in love in Valinor before Turgon's engagement to Elenwë. I really like the personality contrasts of this ship, with Turgon opening up to Maglor, and how this story sketches out their relationship through the whole arc of Silm to its bitter separation.

I risk my life to make my name by @maironsbigboobs - The brave knight Galadriel goes on a journey to meet the Green Woman Melian and her fate, ft. adventures along the way. I love how Tolkien is blended with Arthurian conventions here--it works so well and brings out the myth vibes of Silm that I love so much!

Strange Currencies chapter 12 by @jouissants - This is such a beautifully-crafted tale in every regard, but I want to especially mention this flashback chapter I read in March, covering Maedhros' and Maglor's voyage on the swan ships up to just before Fëanor's death. The horror of the Fëanorian Noldor arriving in the dark with their distrust, inflated ego, and total lack of knowledge of Middle-earth comes through here so, so vividly--this part can be read by itself, go check it out!!

Oubliette by Stramonium - Horrifying and so vividly written scene of Maedhros in Angband, isolation, and monstrosity. Poetic and awful, I can't do it justice in summarizing it.

arrangement for flute and harp by @jouissants - Maedhros is determined to work late, so Maglor and Fingon decide to entertain each other. The Himring atmosphere and incredible character dynamics make this also really sexy smut such a wonderful story.

whatever you would crave by @eight-pointed-star - Sooo sexy ficlet in which Fingon and Maedhros attend to Maglor's Needs. Short but immensely powerful.

scherzo for ink and parchment by @dovewifes - Charming and comedic missives exchanged between Maedhros and Maglor during the Long Peace, ft. romantic endearments and the invention of emojis. Maedhros' so-apparent love for Maglor is something I especially cherish about this fun fic.

Star-kissed by @aipilosse - Celeborn of Doriath rescues recently-of-Gondolin (and silver-haired!) Celebrimbor from a predicament in Nan Dungortheb. Incredibly clever, funny, and hot!

Purification by @zealouswerewolfcollector - Thingol is curious about Maedhros: throne sex ensues. A favorite ship of mine in a flavor I'd never considered. Incredibly intense and super well-written.

Comfort from a Heavy Hand by @undercat-overdog - After the Bragollach, Mablung tends to an injured Beleg, and they seek comfort together. The wreckage and destruction of the battle feels so vivid in this one, and the dynamic of Beleg/Mablung as past teacher and student (and current battle companions) is wonderful.

Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow by @welcomingdisaster - A brilliant installment in an ongoing Children of Húrin AU series that has the most beautiful, unsettling, and dreamlike atmosphere. In this fic Maedhros teaches "Cáno" about pleasure in preparation for their marriage bed. Catnip to me personally!!

Proxy by @aipilosse - Celebrimbor comes to reproach Celegorm in Nargothrond after Finrod's departure. They fuck. Gender, tension, messy and complicated emotional dynamics all around. The dirty talk is so so good.

Star of the Nevrast Shore by joanofarcstan - Silmarillion filk of one of my favorite folk songs! What more is there to say!! A sweet tale of Gondolin told from Voronwë's point of view, recounting the love between him, Tuor (the star of the Nevrast shore), Idril, and Maeglin.

A Light Burns in the Forest by fictional_hr_department - Thranduil and Oropher escape Menegroth with child Elwing. The title and art by @lycheesodas give me chills and the atmosphere of the fic as they make their disorienting journey to Sirion really brings to life the terrible aftermath of the second kinslaying.

By Your Side by HiyoriTomioka - fem!Eärendil and Elwing support each other in this ficlet... such a good vision of this ship, and the way Eärendil thinks about Tuor and Idril here with longing uncertainty makes me think of a trans!Eärendil even though that is not explicit.

Something Sleepless in Mirkwood by @imakemywings - Thranduil sickens as the Greenwood does. Elrond tries to heal him, but can't understand at first what's happening. Brilliant and canon-compliant (To Me) wry, proud, and eerie woodland king Thranduil--go give this a read!

A boat, my boat, out upon the River by Tethys_resort - Sméagol is trying to craft his own boat to take fishing. His family keeps getting in the way. This sweet fic paints such an idyllic picture of proto-Hobbit life and made me really feel the tragedy of Gollum.

The Fortress by TheLegendCreator - Brief and haunting fic in which a Dwarf visits the ruins of Himring and they have a conversation. I love the view this offers of Maedhros and the fierce loyalty Himring and its folk had for him.

one whole with my other by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor - Indis' marriage to Finwë is transferred to bind her instead to reembodied Míriel. This turns out to be a good thing. An incredibly touching, beautifully wrought and worldbuilt story. I just love it so much.

The Number One Exercise for Relieving Work-Related Stress (Click to Find Out!) by @imakemywings - Date night in Mirkwood. Maglor (Noldorin princess, ex-kinslayer) adorns herself for the benefit of Thranduil (the Elvenqueen)--or that's her plan, anyway. This story is so sexy, so funny, and honestly so touching. I just adore this ship as a happy ending for Maglor and their relationship is gorgeously fleshed out here.

Cousin, Sister, Lover, Queen by broken_pencils - Lesbian Éowyn discovers desire... through Éomer's betrothed Lothíriel. Lothíriel is a stealth fav for me from the Éomer fics I used to read as a kid and I really enjoyed her here, and the lush atmosphere of this story.

His Return by @danmeiljie - Beautiful, tender scene of Maedhros and Maglor reuniting as per @tari-cua's art. Such lovely descriptions in this one and so cozy.

#did i try to put these in like silm plot chronological order? Just a little bit #tolkien fanfic reading month #silmarillion fic #my posts #I read chaotically and then sort of fell off the map as life became crazy. but i wanted to highlight these fics i enjoyed!!

[hewalksinstarlight]

Silmarillion AU: The Ballet

Melian was skilled in songs of enchantment, and she filled the woods with song and taught the nightingales to sing. Thingol came to a glade open to the stars where Melian was singing, and took her by the hand. They stood thus while stars wheeled above and trees grew tall and dark... And ever after, they ruled as King and Queen of the Elves of Twilight.

Akane Takada as Melian, Steven Mcrae as Thingol

#silmedit #silmarillion #melian #thingol #ballet au #akane takada #steven mcrae #of thingol and melian

[coopsgirl]

WIP Game

Thanks for tagging me @deadlymistletoe

Rules: Make a poll listing the tasks you need to work on for your project/WIP. Votes determine the order things get done!

Here's a summary of each choice.

Ned the piemaker, at the insistence of his girlfriend Chuck, decides to have a dinner party for Thranduil, Joe Macmillan, and Brother Day so they can get to know each other better. These are my fave Lee Pace characters and I thought this could be really fun to see how these very different characters would interact together (comedy/fluff).

AU set in a vaguely medieval, fantasy world where Thranduil was seduced by a sorceress and later became a vampire. Desperate for companionship he kidnaps a woman and takes her to his enchanted home in the remote mountain wilderness. Will she be safe? What does he ultimately want from her? (dark Thranduil)

Prince Thranduil comes to modern-day small town Texas via a portal he found in Greenwood. He is very much a fish out of water as he meets a young woman who has pity on him and takes him in, teaching him about our world (lots of comedic potential). Love leads them back to Middle Earth together where more adventures find them (this one will probably be pretty long with lots of drama and adventure).

Maglor helps a young female elf as she is travelling through the Western part of Middle Earth in the later Third Age. He's basically become a hobo but she's sees through his rough exterior and helps him find redemption (romance/angst/drama).

My newest WIP is with an OC who is Melian and Thingol's daughter. She was conceived shorty before Thingol was killed and she is raised by Cirdan in Middle Earth. She's not as powerful as Luthien and is more like her father than her mother. She'll meet Thranduil and eventually a romance will bloom (romance/fluff/some angst/maybe some adventures too).

#WIP game #fanfic #thranduil #maglor #ned the piemaker #emperor cleon #brother day #joe macmillan #foundation apple tv #halt and catch fire #pushing daisies #the silmarillion #lotr #the hobbit #lord of the rings #tolkien tag

[imakemywings]

Haunted, Hunted (Ch. 1)

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Characters: Elwing, Maedhros

Summary: Elwing must pass through the abandoned forest of Doriath to reach her aunt's house. As long as she stays on the path and keeps her magic jewel close, she should be safe...

De-anon of this kink meme prompt for a Little Red Riding Hood AU for any characters from Silm.

Chapter length: 3.2k

AO3 | Pillowfort | SWG

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Once upon a time, the woods of Doriath were safe for Elves. Behind the magic girdle of their serene and deathless queen, the Iathrim had delved wonders into the earth and penned music so fair it was said to be unbearable to mortal ears. They had faced the armies of Morgoth when first (it seemed to them) he arrived, mowing across the continent with death and torment in his wake to make secure his foul fortress in the Iron Mountains, but when they perceived that they could not best him, they retreated behind the arm of Melian the Maia and her Elven king, Elu Thingol. For many years they so lived, staving off the shadow of Morgoth and his minions as best they could, and there was great joy and life to be found in the knotted foliage of those woods.

But that all changed with the murder of Elwing’s great-grandfather, the Greymantle.

Without her Elven love, Melian the Maia took her leave of Middle-earth and without her Girdle, the safety of her subjects bled away, until successive assaults had destroyed the kingdom entirely.

This was why the one-time Princess Elwing now lived with her nurse, Evranin, in the makeshift house by the sea, and had to travel many times over again as far to visit her friends and family abroad. Moreover, to get there, she had to pass through a narrow jut of the forest of Doriath, over which Evranin fretted when she had the time. Evranin herself would not venture into the woods, for she said the memories evoked under its dark canopy were too painful, but Elwing had been too small when they fled in the night to remember about the old kingdom.

When Elwing had grown old enough to make frequent demands to visit her distant family north of the forest, Evranin eventually gave in to the girl’s demands, in spite of her misgivings. She had hoped that Elwing’s regular nightmares about wolves would keep her too frightened of the forest to make the request until she was older, but she had her parents’ courage and would not be kept down by fear. Before she would allow Elwing to go, she wove for her a thick cloak of deep red, which she said would keep Elwing warm and safe, for she had whispered into it such small magic as she possessed to grant some protection to the wearer. Elwing sat on a stool beside her and helped her with the finishing touches, so that the hands of the wearer might take part in its creation. It had a fine deep hood which Evranin trimmed in dark yellow and sized to frame Elwing’s oval-shaped face neatly when drawn up.

On the morning of Elwing’s first trip, Evranin braided her sleek black hair, and clasped the cloak about her small shoulders, hooking it over the necklace which Elwing always wore out. Then she gave her some warnings:

“Do not overnight in the woods,” she said. “But if you have no choice, you must climb a tree to spend the night.”

Elwing nodded.

“Do not speak to strangers, nor allow them near you,” she said. “They may look harmless, but looks are deceiving.”

Elwing nodded.

“Do not leave the path,” she said, “and most of all, do not go looking for Menegroth. It is terribly dangerous there, and if you became lost in the Thousand Caves, we would never see you again.”

Elwing shivered and nodded.

“And take this with you,” Evranin added, passing Elwing a basket. She could smell the tantalizing scent of baked goods inside. “A gift, so you will not arrive empty-handed.”

With that, and a great many swallowed anxieties, Evranin allowed her out. Elwing waved goodbye as she went down the dirt path that led to the edge of the property, and swung the basket as she made her way out of town, towards the great darkness of Doriath. At the threshold of the great wood, she paused and looked back. In the distance, near the horizon, she could see the smoking rooftops of the village and beyond that, a thin sliver at the limits of her sight, a faint blue ribbon of sea. Forward was the rank gloom of the woods. Elwing drew in a deep breath and held it as she took her first steps under the trees.

The trees were thick with moss and it hung beard-like off the lower branches of the trees and stretched between them like hairy ropes, turning much of the forest a brilliant green. The air there felt moister on her skin and in her mouth. The ground between the trees was thick with saplings, ferns, and other low-growing shrub, and endless debris of the forest. When she looked up, she could not see the sky through the tree canopy. A few minutes in she glanced back, but found she had already lost sight of the entrance.

The forest was not an overly pleasant place, she thought. It was heavy with the smell of leaf mold and growing, rotting things; it was dark even so early in the morning; and there were sounds all about—things scurrying and thrashing and calling out which made Elwing jump and shiver. But she found that when she had walked for a good while—perhaps an hour or two—she grew accustomed to these things. She did not notice the smell anymore, and her eyes had adjusted to the dark, and many of the sounds became repetitive rather than alarming. She was surprised to find her fear ebbing.

After this, the walk became more pleasant. She resumed swinging her basket, and examined a few mushrooms and a fat yellow slug along the edge of the path (which she did not leave, Evranin!), and even dared to hum to herself for a little while, although she did so very softly.

“As long as I listen to Evranin, there’s no need to be afraid!” she said aloud to herself when another few hours had passed, skipping for a few steps for a change of pace. One thing Evranin had not warned her about was that walking alone eventually became rather dull. She sneaked half a little sweet cake, reasoning she could eat the other half later, and no one would be any the wiser about one missing cake.

It was around that time that she spied not far from the path a deer, foraging among the leaves, and she stopped in wonder and delight, holding her breath. What an elegant creature! she thought. It had sleek brown fur and long legs, its wide brown eyes framed with long black lashes, and it moved with unhurried, even motions. When the deer caught sight of her it froze, and Elwing stepped forward, but the moment her foot had pressed into the earth off the path, the deer took flight into the shrubbery, springing away through the plants with such skilled form as took Elwing’s breath away.

“Goodbye!” she called quietly.

Realizing she had stepped off the path by mistake, she quickly righted herself and continued on her way.

The only signal she had about the passing time was that at some point, the forest began to grow darker, and Elwing realized midday must have passed. Impatient as a child is, she ate the other half of her cake, and immediately wished she had saved it. She took a long drink from the waterskin Evranin had attached to her belt that morning and sighed heavily. Perhaps if she told herself she was on a very important quest, the walk would feel less boring. Eärendil liked to play at slaying dragons—he was good at thinking of games that way—and maybe this could be her own pretend adventure.

It was not long after this that she turned a curve in the path and was abruptly faced with a pair of cold gray eyes staring out at her from the branches of a bush not two feet from her face. Gasping, Elwing stumbled backwards so quickly she nearly fell. Over the painful pounding of her heart, she heard a quiet snuffling and she found herself holding her breath.

There was a noisy rustling in the bushes and she saw a colossal paw pass through the undergrowth.

“No need for such a alarm,” said an even, reassuring voice. “I doubt there’s much in your basket I might want.”

Elwing swallowed, trying to quell her alarm, and rearranged her cloak.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Me? No one,” said the voice. There was a low growl in it, smoothed almost into a purr. “Consider me a guardian of the woods. But who are you?”

“My nurse told me not to talk to strangers,” Elwing said, almost accusingly.

“If we share our names, we will no longer be strangers, isn’t that so?” said the voice. Elwing hesitated.

“I…I don’t know,” she said.

“Are you taking that food to friends or family?” asked the voice. “That’s a noble goal. Caring for your family.”

“I’ve never met them before,” she admitted. “My nurse said it was best to arrive with a gift in such circumstances.”

“And quite right she is,” said the voice. “A clever woman, your nurse, and what a good girl you are, to heed her so.” Elwing wasn’t sure she liked being called a good girl, as if she were an obedient pet. “But don’t you know there are things out there in these woods which might hurt you?”

“My nurse said if I stay on the path…” Elwing said hesitantly.

“And have you stayed on the path?”

“I have!” she said fervently. There was a quiet rustle, like the sound of something brushing over the fallen leaves.

“Ah, what a smart child you are! Oh—but what did you say your name was?”

“Elwing,” she said at once.

“Elwing,” the voice said slowly, carefully, the way Elwing savored hard sweets from the candymaker. There was a quiet, wet clicking sound. Elwing tugged her cloak more tightly around herself. “What a beautiful name. Did your mother choose it?”

“My father,” said Elwing. “I think. What did your mother call you?” she asked, in a moment of boldness.

“My mother?” The voice sounded surprised, and then made a rasping noise she could not identify. “My mother called me Well-Formed One. It is no longer very accurate, if it ever was, I’m afraid.”

“I’m sure that isn’t so,” said Elwing politely, because it was very rude to agree with a stranger’s assessment of their own ugliness.

“Oh, it is, but I’ve learned to live with it,” said the voice. There was a greater disturbance in the bushes, and the owner of the voice stepped out, and Elwing almost screamed.

The largest wolf she had ever seen (in fact, Elwing had no memory of ever seeing a wolf, but she had forgotten that for a moment) stalked out of the plants. The behemoth was shaggy with reddish-brown fur, its shoulders broader than Elwing’s own, its face just about level with hers. A bald, smooth scar cut across its side, over the ribs, and up close, its eyes seemed to burn. Its right foreleg ended in a stump; it balanced its weight expertly on the remaining three legs. Elwing knew she had made a mistake now and her throat felt as if it were swelling up, so that it was difficult to breathe.

“Why so startled?” the wolf asked, sounding almost amused. “Did I not tell you I was ugly? And yet you are surprised?”

The little girl’s mouth moved, but no sound came out. My parents, she thought. My parents, my parents. My brothers. She could not look away from his eyes and she had the strangest feeling she had dreamed of them before.

The wolf had emerged so that Elwing could back towards the rest of the path, which she did, so that as the wolf tried to circle her she was able to put more distance between them.

“I…”

“Wolves frighten people,” said the wolf thoughtfully, bobbing his broad head. “How hard it is for us to make friends, with faces like these!” Elwing swallowed hard.

“Wolves killed my parents,” she said.

“Well,” said the wolf, drawn-out. He took a seat, his eyes never leaving her. “That must have been terrible for you.” Elwing continued her mincing backwards shuffle. “Wolves can be dangerous. It’s important for you to remember that. But I, as I have indicated, mean you no harm. Why do you walk away like that?”

“You frighten me,” she whispered around the constriction in her throat.

The wolf bowed his great head, his ears dipping.

“I had hoped we could be friends,” he said mournfully, his eyes flicking back up to her face. “I too, have lost family in these woods. Three of my brothers were slain here, and nothing have I to show for it. Know you how much this pains me?”

“I’m very sorry to hear that,” Elwing said. “But I must be going. My nurse told me I am not to be in the woods overnight, and my aunt awaits me.” This was a lie. Her aunt did not know she was coming. But Elwing hoped it would encourage the wolf to let her go.

“But there is something you can do for me,” the wolf said, rising to his feet and making Elwing startle backwards again. “Something to soothe my heart from the ache of my brothers’ deaths.”

“O-oh?”

“There was a necklace, which belonged to my father,” said the wolf. “I should very much like to have it back.”

“Where is it?” Elwing asked.

“I am not certain,” said the wolf. “I have been looking for it for a very long time. It is made of the purest silver, and in it is set the most beautiful jewel you have ever seen.”

“But all jewels are—”

“This jewel is unique,” interrupted the wolf. “You will know it if you see it. It almost seems to glow.” Elwing’s little heart beat fiercely against the weight of her necklace. “If you know it…if you find it…would you bring it to me?” he asked. “In return, I will protect you from anything else in these woods that might mean you harm.”

Elwing took another step back.

“I…If I found it…” The wolf was nodding again.

“Bring it here, and set it on the path. I will come for it. No one else need know. Best not to trouble your nurse with such things; she must be very busy.” The wolf began to move forward again, towards her, and Elwing felt her insides go weak.

“These woods are not a safe place for a little girl,” said the wolf softly. “I am not the only wolf who roams these parts. And consider, if you will, Elwing—each time you pass through these woods, you must be lucky enough to evade the wolves who mean you harm. But the wolf need only be lucky once.”

Elwing’s eyes stung and watered; how she wished in that moment that she had stayed at home with Evranin!

“I don’t know your necklace!” she cried, and turned and ran. She half expected to hear the pounding of dinner-plate paws behind her, but there was none. All the same, she kept running, leaping over the tree roots and branch growths which invaded the long-untended path and once screamed when a bird swooped overhead, until her legs were throbbing and her throat was hot and raw.

There was no more humming or deer-watching the rest of the walk. Elwing hurried along just as quickly as she could after she had paused to recover, refusing to look to either side of the path. When she left behind the dim woods, evening was fast on the approach and a tear of gratitude slipped from one eye. Hastily, she rubbed it away and followed Evranin’s instructions to the small village. The woman was not really her aunt, but a more distant mortal relation too complex for Elwing to recall. It was simply easier to call them her aunt and cousins. There, she was welcomed warmly and set by the fire with a bowl of noodle soup, and the memory of the wolf receded from her mind.

That night, Elwing lay among the blankets her aunt had given her, and examined the jewel that hung about her throat. The necklace was a family heirloom, Evranin had said, and it was the most beautiful jewel Elwing had ever seen. It seemed to glow, and sometimes she could almost feel a warmth radiating gently off of it. Before he had sent her away with Evranin in the dark of midwinter, her father had given her this necklace—it was the only thing of his that she possessed. And more importantly: it kept her safe. She was sure of it; this was why her father had given to her, to keep her safe from the wolves; this was why she had lived and the rest of her family had not; this was why she had to keep it close.

She pressed the jewel against her lips and whispered a soft thank you to it and its maker for protecting her from the wolves that afternoon.

Away from the immediate danger, she found in her heart pity for the wolf. He could not help looking like a beast, could he? And she herself knew the pain of losing brothers. What could kill three wolves, she wondered? Especially if they were of a size as this one? With a shudder, she tried to put that thought aside (the only answer that readily came to her was “a dragon”).

Usually, Elwing removed the necklace at night and did not wear it about the house, but that night, she desired the comfort of its closeness, and went to sleep with the jewel beating warmly against her chest, and she dreamed of a long trip through the woods, at the end of which she was welcomed home by her mother and father and both of her brothers and their playmates.

Two weeks she stayed with her aunt and cousins, and on her way home, there was no sign of wolves. When Evranin welcomed her back and asked her how the trip had been, Elwing hesitated, for she still had not decided what to tell her nurse. If she told Evranin about what the wolf had said—that she had foolishly given it her name—Evranin might not let her visit again. But she also misliked the idea of lying. So she said:

“Many birds I saw, and a deer, and a wolf. But it came not near me, and I ran.” Evranin crouched down to Elwing’s level.

“You must not run from wolves,” she cautioned. “They are fleet of foot, for they have four legs and you only two. Next time, you must climb.” Elwing frowned slightly, and something shifted in Evranin’s expression. “I have neglected some of your education. We shall teach you how to properly climb and traverse the trees,” she said. “This is a skill all Wood-elves should know.” Elwing wanted to protest, for her own sake, that she was quite a strong swimmer, but she bit her tongue—Evranin wasn’t criticizing her.

Evranin put a hand on her shoulder as they turned towards the house, but Elwing looked back towards the woods, and that night, and ever night after, the wolves in her nightmares had gray eyes.

#rocky writes

[luthriel-tinuviel]

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NAME: Lúthriel Tinuviel

MEANING: lútha - to enchant, tinuviel - nightingale (named after her mother)

REASON: Her eyes are made to enchant according to her mother - her singing is as beautiful as her mother's according to her father.

NICKNAMES: Lú, princess, snowdrop

GENDER: Female

BIRTH DATE: F.A. 470

BIRTHPLACE: Tol Galen

ORDER OF BIRTH: Born 12 minutes after her twin brother

HOUSE: House of Bëor, distaff descent from House of Thingol

HERITAGE: Heritage Mannish father, half-Elf/half-Maia mother

PARENTAGE: Beren and Luthien

SIBLINGS: Twin sister to Dior Eluchil

POWERS: Controls the forest and reading stars for incoming danger

SOCIAL CLASS: Wealthy, Princess, later loses her home. Eventual advisor to Elrond in Rivendell.

FACECLAIM: Bogdana Kadritskaya

VISUAL AGE: Mid 20's (immortal)

HEIGHT: 6’3

BUILD: Lean, Lithe

RACE/ETHNICITY: Sindar

EYE SHAPE: Almond

EYE COLOR: hazel/green (right eye), blue (left eye) - heterochromia

HAIR COLOR: black - left down, sometimes ties the sides to keep hair away from her face.

HAIR STYLE: freely left down most of the time — sometimes ties the fronts to leave hair away from her face

DISTINGUISHING MARKS/FEATURE: her eyes

SKIN: fair, slightly sensitive

HANDS: small, slim fingers, squoval nails

SCARS: a long hyperpigmented scar on her neck she gained when escaping the ruin of Doriath.

TYPES OF CLOTHES: mostly velvety light flowy hooded dresses - e.g one - dark in color like navy or dark purple

WHAT ARE THEIR FEET LIKE: boots or clean slippers, but does enjoy walking barefoot in the forest and grassy fields a lot - it's her way of connecting with nature.

MANNERISMS: Has a stubborn look with narrowed eyes when angry - also balls her fists until her nails are digging into her palms.

MULTISHIP: Yes

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

LIKES: books, family, exploring the forest and stars, archery, singing, enjoys writing poetry, play fights (especially with Dior), lawfully good personalities, red wine.

DISLIKES: her eyes (sometimes), unmoral, immorality, arguments (with Dior especially - or another loved one).

FEARS: The inevitable losing of her family, losing control of her powers because of her strong emotions, orcs, oath-blinded Feanorians.

LITERATURE: Romance novels and poetry.

MOST PRIZED TREASURE: The half star necklace she shares with Dior.

FAVORTIE COLOR AND WHY: Green because symbolizes aspirations, resumption, and peace - also because it's the color of nature.

FAVORED EXPLETIVES: Oh my Stars! Eru give me patience!

HOBBIES: singing, poetry, reading, listening to the sounds of the forest - it's relaxing for her.

FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY: When she received the half-star necklace she can share with her twin or her any picnics she had with her family in Tol Galen.

LEAST FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY: Lú's least favorite memory when she dreamt of losing her family - but later when she was safely tucked in her father's arms, she realized she was safe with them and it made her happy - her emotions are linked her magic, so it caused flowers to bloom inside their home. It was also the first time everyone realized she was born with magic - but also a time Melian had realized Lú was born to be an immortal.

(Lú's first memory was from when she was a little elfling. She had woken up from a terrible nightmare - Beren instantly took her into his arms, while Lúthien attended Dior who had woken up from his twin's cries. She fell asleep on his chest and Beren had to hold her for the whole night - she was too afraid to let him go. The next morning everyone had woken up to see flowers blooming inside their home).

PERSONAL TRIGGERS: reminders of the losses of her family - the ruin of Doriath, running into the forest barefoot hoping to save her nephews. Battle and blood.

WHAT ARE PHRASES OR WORDS THEY OVER USE: Eru give me patience!

ARE THEY OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC: Optimistic in Tol Galen and before the ruin of Doriath. Pessimistic and in depression afterwards until she reaches Rivendell.

WHAT MAKES THEN LAUGH OUT LOUD: Anything hilariously stupid done by her friends or the twins before the ruin of Doriath. Afterwards she doesn't tend to laugh even if something seems funny a small smile is the most you get from her.

HOW DO THEY DISPLAY AFFECTION: Words of affirmation, acts of service - and physical touch (when a romantic relationship).

STRONGEST CHARACTER TRAIT: Compassion, fair.

WEAKEST CHARACTER TRAIT: Stubbornness, jealousy (she already lost so many people in her life she easily gets jealous. But it is not toxic, she tries subtle ways to get her lover's attention back. Little puffing, shifting from one foot to the other; after some time even step closer to her beloved or link arms with them— this is when she feels a little insecure and starts comparing herself to the other person). Has Thingol’s temperament for sure (but denies it).

GREATEST FEAR: Losing yet another loved one.

WHAT DO THEY CONSIDER AN OVERRATED VIRTUE: Solemnity.

IF THEY COULD CHANCE ONE THING ABOUT THEMSELVES, WHAT WOULD IT BE: Her eyes - she hates it at times some people think they are too strange and she grows to dislike them. Her family was the only ones loved them - she has yet to meet someone who loved her eyes like they did. Her powers - they are the one thing stopping her from sailing west and giving up her immortality , times when she feels alone and lost after the ruin of Doriath she wishes she didn't have these powers and can freely sail west.

Song: Dynasty by MIIA, Lovely by Billie Eilish, and Arcade (Loving You Is A Losing Game) by Duncan Laurence ft. Fletcher are songs that can describe Lú's life.

Smell: she prefers to wear perfume that smells like lilies and snowdrops.

PARENTS (Beren and Lúthien):

Lúthriel and her parents have a great relationship. They both encourage her to take her powers to the fullest but also be careful how she wishes to use them. Luthien and Beren always gave a talk with Dior and her — considering their future and gifted them small necklace that can be connected together to make a whole star Lúthriel and Dior always had it with them and they never took it off — even after Dior's death she always keeps it as her most prized treasure. Beren would always tell Lúthriel to use her powers for good — and try to help those in need — like how Luthien saved him. Luthien would always encourage not her to be never dishearted because her parents and brother are mortal and tell her she was made to be immortal for a reason and she must fulfill it.

DIOR (Twin):

Dior and her are very close — they have each other's backs. She trusts him with almost anything. He's always the one protecting her if seome ever said anything bad about her 2 different colored eyes. She spend countless nights crying to him about it. She feared no one would ever love her because she's so different from others. He's actually the first she told and she thinks she's bi. Their relationship however strained a little — when the silmaril came into Dior's hands.

Since she's immortal because of her inherited powers — most of the time Dior and her, try not to argue and cause strain on their relationship. Instead encourage each other to the fullest.

She stays with her parents for a few years — then travels to Doriath to stay with him afterwards. She's really hates separating with anyone — especially family. But Beren, especially — tells her to stay with her twin because one day she will regret not having all the time spent with him. Both their parents know how much the twins mean to each other — so they rather them be together than separates. I like to describe Dior and Lúthriel as like two bright stars on each side (north and south) shining as much as the other — providing so much light.

Herself and Dior shares a special bond like that — and either of them can tell if the other is feeling upset or unwell. They can't hide anything from each other.

NIMLOTH (SISTER-IN-LAW):

Lúthriel didn't know how to feel about her at first — but then she saw Nimloth was kind and loved Dior. So she wished them a bright future and was happy for her brother. She only wishes she can find a love like theirs too

ELWING, ELURÉD, ELURÍN (NIECE AND NEPHEWS):

She's a great aunt— always up to mischief with her nephews and niece. She's the type of a aunt that gives them goodies even if they are grounded — so you can imagine how much they love her. She always showed them her powers ,— little things like growing flowers or strengthening trees.

THINGOL (Grandfather):

Her relationship with Thingol is very strained because of the silmaril. From an young age Lúthriel could always tell the silmaril was bad news. She always could get a strong dark vibe from it. She never understood what good it brought. She had multiple arguments with Thingol as she grew up — but knowing he was still her grandfather matter what she still respected to him to an extend.

MELIAN (Grandmother):

She definitely closer with Melian. Melian understood her views — she was always the one that helped Lúthriel calm down after than argument with Thingol.

CANON LOVE INTEREST:

Erestor — Chief Councilor and Librarian of Imladris - former warrior in Eregion

MCU AU LOVE INTEREST: Loki — god of mischief and lies.

ROLEPLAY LOVE INTERESTS (in different AUs):

@vanifinwe-feanorian — 8th Fëanorian and Daughter of Fëanor

Wielding her Magic:

She can wield magic — she can command the forest to her will and she can read into the pattern of the stars — to tell if any danger is incoming.

Melian and Luthien both tried helping her hone in her powers— but soon they and her learnt it was better if she was self-taught as her powers has almost a mind of its own — and she needed to harness them on it on her own. They were still on the sidelines encouraging and giving her advice. It's through their encouragement she developed.

However, there was a lot of mishaps along the way — Dior sometimes still tease her about it. - She almost hit Thingol in the head with a branch once and another time she accidentally hung her father downside on a tree.

During the time Dior was in possession of the silmaril - their relationship was strained and she did not spot the oncoming danger. She felt at fault for the death of her twin and sister-in-law, she hugged his lifeless body - crying her heart out. She connected their half necklaces one last time and set out to find her nephews - because her niece thankfully escaped - the pattern of the stars told her, Elured and Elurin was in greater danger. Due to the heartache of her twin brother's death - it was hard for her to locate her nephews - she was exhausted and tired. She crashed in woods and cried out to the forest to save them - in canon tradition among the Nandor of Ossiriand held that they were led to the safety of the woodlands by birds and beasts and thereby survived - for my oc this was caused by her powers - she knew they survived but never found them again.

#lúthriel #Lúthriel Tinuviel #daughter of beren and luthien #silmarillion oc #the silmarillion

[in-the-glow-of-a-silmaril]

Masterlist of My Silmarillion Posts

A few thoughts on Melian, Elros, and aging

The silmarils would have rejected the sons of feanor the whole time they were in Beleriand

Beren and Luthien appreciation

Generational knowledge in Luthien's line

The Tragedy of Dior Eluchil

Feral Dior

More Dior feelings

Dior & Earendil

A brief argument for Dior/Turin (and one for Dior/Nienor in the notes)

Doriath's terrible, no good, very bad year

More crying over Doriath

On Thingol

Thingol's death, a summary and analysis

Thingol loves his grandson

Elros and Elwing

Nimloth

Elrohir and Elladan

The graves of Elros and Elrond

Elrond, Elros, and healing

Elwing's PTSD

Elros and Ulmo

Earendil's silmaril

Earendilyon

Btw Gondolin might have had a secret language 👀

Expeditions on Vingilote

Fave Elwing Post

Thoughts on Finwe: 1 2

The Oath

Feanor perspective flash fic

Feanor characterization regarding conflict with Indis' line

Feanor height hc

Feanor and Gandalf

Feanor/Nerdanel wedding rings

Feanor and the children of Indis

Feanor and Nolofinwe

Feanor, Manwe, and thralldom

Feanor and the impetus for the silmarils

On Feanor's refusal to give up the silmarils

In (further) defense of Feanor: part 1 part 2

Maedhros the tenacious

Maedhros and repentance

Maglor and Nimrodel

Curufin and Dior

Celegorm and Dior

Celegorm’s name

Celegorm and messiness

Celegorm and Ambarussa

Ambarussa: On burning

On Celebrimbor and Trauma

Thoughts on an AU where celebrimbor dies in place of finwe

The Acquisition of Elrond and Elros

A Brief Critique of Nolofinwe

Elven sayings

Elves and the sun

On Melkor

Criticisms of Manwe 1 2 3 4 5

Finwe and Manwe (anti valar)

Valar and elves

Ingwe and Manwe

Celebrimbor never meets Annatar AU fic idea

Celebrimbor and Sauron's meticulous torture of him (no methods of torture are discussed. Non explicit.)

Melkor kidnaps Feanor AU fic idea

The Silmaril is canonically cursed after Beren reclaims it

Eru picking favorites

Character fan mix!

Chaos pairings

Early elven burial rites (check notes!)

List of wips!

Art

Portrait of Caranthir

Queen Berúthiel

Huan and Celebrimbor

Huan and Dior

Saint Celebrimbor

Elros looking to Earendil for guidance

Elurín and Eluréd in watercolor

Portrait of Feanor

Elros, Earendil, and memories

Polls

Celegorm's hair color

How long did Celebrimbor take to be reembodied?

If Dior could shape-shift, what would he turn into?

What happened to Eluréd and Elurín?

Would Feanor ultimately regret his oath?

Did Varda ask permission to hallow the silmarils?

Do elves who have seen the Silmarils have gem-light caught in their eyes?

Fics

Ao3 is Passion_Fruit_Headquarters

Celegorm ×Oromë post canon wip

Dior/Celegorm, a dark fairy tale

Dior&Celegorm time loop fic

#masterlist #masterpost #inventory #index

[dalliansss]

Tagged by: @skaelds Thanks bby 🥰

Rules:

post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year,

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

FIVE WORKS

RED. The fic that catapulted me right back into the Silm fandom. Inspired by @sakasakiii ��s comic [HERE]. Or, I hyperfixated on a sentence from canon as to why Maedhros was spared by Melkor.

There and Back Again. Quest for Silmaril AU. Originally only a what-if, to see what would butterfly effect if Finrod survived. But of course, Maedhros didn’t want to be left behind. Or, in which we discover how terrible Finrod is at names, and that if you want to disguise as orcs, you better have partymates who have been around orcs for ages. Enter Maedhros and Beren.

AURUM. Maedhros/Finrod is currently eating my brain. This one is part of my new Glissando series, and I love how the ‘summer in Valinor’ trope turned out.

Here, At the End of All Things. Inspired by Narya Flame’s work, What We May Become. Finrod and Caranthir is a beautiful thing to write. 

ON THE ORIGIN OF POODLE MOTHS IN AMAN. First collab work of mine in two decades. Wow. It’s fun to be working with another author, exchange and meld ideas. Also a mega one-shot at 22k+ words. Skaelds outdid herself and made me remember my prolific writing days in high school and college. Always an honor, thank you!

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TOP 4 WIPs

1) More Maedhros and Finrod shenanigans. 2) Oath-free, sane and dumb Turkafinwë Tyelkormo up to...stuff. 👀 3) Another collaboration work 

Just three. OMG. I am not as prolific as many writers. Adulting is hard, haha.

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TOP 3 IMPROVEMENTS

BRUH. Bruh I’m drawing a blank. Idk. 🤣

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TOP 2 Resolutions

1) Try to regain my livelier descriptive tendencies from when I was younger? Idk 2) Actually try to beta my work. Lmao. Glorious typos.

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FAVORITE LINE:

It was a triple enchantment, sorcery the likes of which would never be seen again in Middle Earth in its combinations, intricacy and complicated spell work. The first layer was woven by Finrod Felagund: an enchantment of blessing, protection, shelter and strength. The next layer was woven by Luthien Tinuviel: in the art of the Maiar combined with the sorcery of the Sindar, spell work taught to her by Melian the Maia and her father Thingol: concealment, disguise, deception, secondary protection, shelter and strength. The last layer was made by Maedhros Feanorion: sorcery taught to him by both Morgoth and Sauron, concealment, disguise, deception and strength. They had agreed that his enchantments should serve as the first layer, so to deceive the inhabitants of Angband, the eyes that watch across the Anfauglith, so they may more successfully pass undetected. 

-- There and Back Again, chapter 6, Into the Dark We Go Singing

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Tagging: @eternal-fear @vishapsking @pearlescentpearl @antares0606

#memes #my writing #my fanfic #silmarillion #silmarillion fanfic #silm fanfic

[starillion]

part 1 of my sw / silm crossover au

The galaxy finds itself in yet another civil war as the sith lord Darth Morgoth escapes his captivity in the deep dungeons of the jedi temple, under the eyes of Jedi grandmaster Manwe.

Having corrupted Aule's former padawan Mairon to the dark side - soon to be named Sauron his apprentice - and being promised aid in the war by his lover Empress Ungoliant of the sith planet Utumno, his attacks are brutal against the peace-drunk galactic capital. But the jedi prove all but powerless when master Denethor - gifted with foresight - reveals a whole army of soldiers, cloned from the bounty hunter Barahir to serve the Republic. The clones prove their worth in Doriath, where one of the first major battles took place, and have been keeping the front lines ever since.

Yet in the meantime, Sauron has managed to blackmail the Mandalorian smuggler Gorlim, with the life of his wife Eilinel, to assassinate his comrade and friend Barahir. Whilst he succeeds, Gorlim takes pity on Beren, Barahir's unaltered clone and son, (and decades after, he would be the one to procure the plans to the death sar 'project Glaurung' with Luthien, princess of Doriath, but that is a story for another time.) and aids him in escape just before he himself gets killed by the dark lord, only then realizing his beloved already dead.

Back on the jedi temple, Feanor, an aspirint jedi knight is determined revenge on Morgoth, who had killed his master finwe in the previous war. His acts are bold and relentless, despite Manwe's concern that his emotions will prevail. Yet he is valiant nevertheless, and proves himself multiple times in battle. That is, until he receives a distress signal from Fingolfin in Alqualonde cluster, Fearful that the ships already boarded by the enemy will be stolen and used against the Republic, he gives orders to shoot down all boarded ships. He is chastised for this and the seemingly death of Fingolfin by the council, which has him leaving the order, frustated that he can do no further to prevent Morgoth's vice. He organizes a third party in the war with his followers.

The war continues, until the dreadful order 66. Another fruit of Mairon's deeds, this was, when he years ago followed Denethor to Kamino by orders of Morgoth - still captive then - and requested the presence of the Orders. That was the rise of the Empire and the end of the Republic, and the Jedi, with many among them dead and Manwe retreating to the planet Taniquetil in the outer rim in secret. But for Feanor's forces' occasional threats, the Empire met little opposition at its start. But what neither Morgoth nor Feanor knew was that Fingolfin survived the crash at Helcaraxe, and was constructing a rebel cell on his own, helped by peoples of his home planet Aman, and Melian, senator of Doriath.

#silmarillion #star wars #crossover au-ish?? #feanor #melkor #sauron #manwe #part 1 of my sw/silm au #don't let this get buried i feel like a mastermind rn lmao #if this gets buried i WILL cry </3 #nah jk but still #silm shitpost #headcanon #ish #more feanorians to come in part 2 #teehee #jedi #allusions to sw canon and clone wars

[kitcat22]

The steps to her father’s chamber are steep and winding and by the time Luthien reaches the top she thinks she must have been climbing for hours. She doesn’t really mind though, she is in no particular hurry to see her father anyway and she is grateful for the time to think.

The door at the top the landing is made of hard thick wood painted the colour of nightshade. She raises her hand to knock and drops it again. Seeing her father is always an uncomfortable, unhappy experience and she wishes that her mother had just sent one of their servants to speak to him instead. But no Luthien was told to and Luthien is an obedient daughter. She knocks, lightly and first and then two harder knocks but no answer comes. Annoyance stirs inside her but she maintains her smile and knocks harder again until a quiet, melodic voice calls out

‘enter’

Luthien does as instructed and pushes the heavy door open and stepping into the large room. He has been re decorating again she thinks. Candles line the walls casting the room in a faint, golden glow. In the centre of the floor stands a large circular bed with pale curtains surrounding it. There to the right sits her father at his desk. He does not bother to look towards her. She can see his pale hand moving around and realises he is sketching again. He is very talented at it she admits. Many pieces of his artwork hang gracefully from the stone walls. Some depict beautiful places Luthien has never seen before, wide open grasslands and shimmering lakes. Others depict faces with long pointed ears and with hair of molten gold, coal black and white-silver not unlike her father’s own long locks. She wonders if they were people he knew once but doesn’t bother to ask. She doesn’t think he would respond anyway.

‘Father’ she greets him and then feeling gracious,

‘i like the new layout’

There is no response at first and she stands uncomfortable and annoyed until the quiet voice responds.

‘It has been like this for quite some time. I find it dull to stay in one room that never changes. Perhaps it is time i do it again’

Luthien holds herself back from responding ‘maybe you should just leave your room more often’. It would be unkind and unmannerly to speak to her father like that and mother would be displeased.

Her mother is too kind to him, Luthien thinks, too gracious for her own good.

‘ you must not blame him, my beauty’ she would cry ‘your father loves you dearly but ever does his heart bemoan the loss of his kinsmen.’ Luthien thinks Melian gives him too much credit. It has been millennia since the Dark Valar wiped out the Eldar children of Eru and no matter how tragic that may have been, he cannot mourn for them forever.

At least not at the expense of his current family, she thinks darkly.

Grief has left her father a cold and bitter man. Rarely does he smile and rarer yet at Luthien or her siblings.

‘His kinsmen’ she remembers with a startle. That is why she came.

‘Father’ she says ‘there is news. Eol is to be wed’

There was a pause before he spoke back.

‘Eol’ he repeated sounding no more interested than before. ‘Is that so’

‘That is your son’ she thought ‘at least pretend to care’

‘Indeed’ she replied instead with a fake smile ‘but that is not the only news. The maiden he weds is of the eldar’

Now that got his attention.

Her father puts his charcoal down suddenly with a clacking noise and makes no effort to stop it as it rolls onto the floor. he turns to face her for the first time since she entered his room.

‘An elleth?’ He said ‘are you certain?’

‘I have seen her with my own eyes. A fair lady dressed in white clothing, structured and complicated in a way i have not seen before. Dark is her skin and darker her hair. Eol found her lost and confused and injured, when he realised what she was, he lead her further in the forest where it is safer’ The story slides of her tongue quickly, it is not often she has this much of his attention ‘My brother has found himself quite enamoured with her and mother has given them permission to wed. She couldn’t very well say no considering she herself married an ellon’

He did not respond immediately. His silver grey eyes were unblinking and searched Luthien’s face eagerly as if searching for a hint of lies or mockery. His pale hands smudged from his sketching were clutched tightly around the frame of his chair.

‘An elleth’ he repeated ‘your mother said i was the last of my kind, are you telling me that my lady wife is a liar?’

Any strange spark of joy she felt at his attention vanished and she bristled. How dare he imply her mother was a liar. Only he would twist her words in such a way. She spoke again in a more curt, biting tone.

‘Not at all. Mother believes that the girl must have been kept prisoner by the dark lords in Mordor. Poor thing. Otherwise mother would have seen her and told you of her’

‘Of course’ said her father, blank faced again as he pushed back his chair and stood ‘take me to this girl. I should very much like to meet her’

‘The maiden still rests from her weariness, you will meet her at the ceremony. Your presence there is required, I shall send the servants up with appropriate garments for the occasion, until then you may remain here if you so wish’

And with that Luthien turned from him and made her way out of the chambers leaving her father standing alone behind her.

#elwe is not having a good time #luthien thinks she is but isn’t really #to be clear the elves arent all extinct or imprisoned thats just a lie told by melian to keep elwe trapped #elwe has had a few thousand years for enchantments to fade and suspicions and resentment to grow #this is part of my Melian never lets elwe return to his kin au #silmarillion #the silm #silm #elwe #elwe singollo #elu thingol #thingol #luthien #luthien tinuviel #melian #dark melian au #they’re in Nan Elmoth btw

[ace-angel-judas]

Melian wolf au? How did they meet?

War Prisons.

Melody curled in on herself as she was shoved into a cell, the door slamming shut behind herself. There was very little light in the room, she could barely see around the cell.

It looked big enough, maybe. Like an old apartment that had been gutted.

But it was cold, freezing as she huddled in on herself for warmth. Her hands were stinging from the incident earlier, scraps on her palms.

“They’ll heal,”

She snapped up, eyes wide as she realised she wasn’t alone in the cell. A male was hunched in front of herself, he had black hair and wore a leather jacket with nothing underneath it and long black pants.

Melody didn’t speak.

“Hey, we don’t bite,” Another male spoke up.

He was leaned against the wall, blonde hair hanging in his face and a lazy smile.

“W-where am I?” Melody coughed out as she shivered.

“The Western War Prison,” The dark male spoke, “It’s where they send the more powerful prisoners,”

Melody swallowed thickly. She wasn’t powerful, she wasn’t even a witch like her mother had hoped so much.

Tears stung her eyes. Maybe if she wasn’t weak she wouldn’t have been captured and Vernon wouldn’t have been injured.

Was he even here? Did they kill him?

“Your going to freeze,” The male in front of her tilted his head, “Your not wolf,”

Melody tried not to shiver again, “I-I’ll be fine,”

“You need one of us for warmth,” He spoke, “Name’s Ian,”

She glanced at the blonde.

“Dabin,” He smiled.

Ian kept his eyes on her, glued to her. Melody didn’t like the look, it was the gaze of a predator that was on the hunt.

“It’s going to be long night,” Ian stated as he shifted closer, “You’ll die-“

She squeaked and moved away, fear filling the air. Ian froze, bringing his hands back close to his body. Melody glanced between the two males.

Slowly, she moved towards the blonde. Dabin’s eyebrows raised with surprise as she sat beside him against the wall.

It felt warmer already.

“We’ll try and find a blanket tomorrow,” Dabin whispered to her.

Melody kept her eyes on Ian, who took his place on the opposite wall.

“He’s not bad,” Dabin nodded to her, “Pure bred alpha, your safe here,”

She curled up again, eyes heavy. It had been a long day after all.

[giaffa]

Passing this ask game on: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. get to know your mutuals and followers. <3 I saw that you already answered this, but I thought that maybe you could share 5 more with me, or share something about our shared hyperfixation, like your 5 favorite silmarillion hcs/characters or your 5 favorite fanfics/artworks? If you want to, of course. Anyways, have a nice day 🤍

Hi! thank you for the ask, I'm always glad to share more stuff 😁 here's some fanfics I recently read and loved:

The Rescue Party by AeolianSands: funny crack au concept, so well done and so epic at the same time, all the characters and descriptions are very well written, the funny parts and the serious ones balance perfectly

All That's Best of Dark and Bright by clothonono: great Thingol/Melian fic with a wonderful dose of eldritchness

Death and the Tax Elf by Grond: Caranthir and dwarves, with great character insight and analysis along the way, fic is still going

Project Requirements by searchingforserendipity: "supply orders for the Þerindë workshop" short ficlet, I really loved the writing style

The Queen is Sad by Skaelds: angsty Tar-Mirirel arc, wonderful writing and character analysis here too

I grew up by the sea and by the woods so the same things that make me happy are also the same things that create a sense of longing in the long run, that's why I love Tolkien's worldbuilding so much. I think the sea longing and subcreation themes are my favourite, I love the hopeful endings and at the same I like to see characters failing sometimes (in one way, see the whole Frodo arc, or another, see the entire feanorian fiasco), I like both character insights and corruption arcs, it's fun to explore all the characters motivations and I appreciate morally grey or "problematic" characters.

Also I like the characters moving through the world and being affected by it, all Tolkien's stories tend to be journeys more than quests, and characters transform through them. In the legendarium the journey can be both through space, moving through the land and the different cultures and their history, and through time, like the way an elf is affected by the years and what happens to them. And in a world where people live through millennia, how are mortal people faring? The worldbuilding rises a lot questions and I love to see fanfic authors responding to all of them. As I said in the previous ask, I do love me a good Narrative <3

This got a little long but I think it explains why some of my favourite blorbos are: Legolas and Gimli, all the feanorians and Maglor in particular, Sauron, Celebrimbor (in relation to both Sauron and the feanorians), Melian and Thingol, Tar-Miriel and Numenor in general, Thranduil.

Thanks again and a nice day to you too! 💖

#I simply cannot shut up about all the narrative themes here #asks #tolkien #don't even get me started on the mythology

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Sauron is the Hero Instead of Beren

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mbUDv64

by Eowyn7023

Melian and Lúthien come to Sauron with a plan to get a Silmaril and get rid of Morgoth at the same time, while allowing Sauron to expand his no-kill cat shelter. If I were to rewrite the Silmarillion, this might be one way I would do it. Followed by an earthquake that swallowed up every son of Fëanor, plus Túrin. Ta da! Happy ending.

Words: 3508, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sauron | Mairon, Melian (Tolkien), Lúthien Tinúviel, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor

Relationships: Melian/Sauron | Mairon

Additional Tags: AU for the Silmarillion, Sauron thinks with his dick, vengeful ex-lover, Sauron knows what he likes and the SM in BDSM is not it, Melian is a kickass mom, Melian is way more beautiful than Lúthien, Beren is a loser. Read Beren and Lúthien if you don’t believe me., Curvy women are hot, Lúthien is a stammering ingenue, Sauron and the cat shelter, only an idiot would make a cat person Lord of the Werewolves, Dance of the Seven Veils, I looked and looked and couldn’t find a tag for hot curvy women, Angry mother/daughter pair and hurt ex-boyfriend take out dark lord Morgoth, Sauron is the hero instead of Beren, How Do I Tag

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

[tolkien-feels]

Hi hi omg I saw you say in a comment that you are one of the 3 people who likes Daeron (thank you for revealing yourself), I am also one of those 3 people. And I know at least 4 others so that's 6! Double!

Since your takes and headcanons are amazing can you please talk about him?

Oh there are so many of us!!! 🥺 (Also thank you for your nice words omg this ask has so much serotonin!)

Okay, so I prefer Daeron as Luthien's brother not because I'm opposed to his being in love with her, but because I adore the idea of Daeron taking after Thingol in many ways, and being less beloved for the damning character flaw of not being Melian 2.0 like his sister. But I'll ignore that and focus on the published Silm, because that is also a very good story in a completely different way.

There's something incredibly... pure? is maybe the right word,,,, about Daeron. I can name several cases in Tolkien where a man is in love with a woman who doesn't love him back, but I can think of no other where the woman actually thinks "Of every person I know, this is who I trust most when I need help." And Luthien isn't wrong to trust him? Other than denying her agency, which is admittedly a horrible thing to do, I have a hard time condemning Daeron? I don't know that I would want anyone I love marching straight to the Dark Lord for a person who is going to die anyway, be it in a few minutes or in a few years. Hell, Beren also doesn't Luthien to leave Doriath, he just underestimates her stubbornness and courage, which is not very surprising - between Daeron and Beren, the one who's known Luthien all her life is Daeron, after all.

The thing for me is that Daeron is out there being the best minstrel ever and a loremaster and a linguist and well-regarded in the fairest realm of Beleriand and Luthien's closest friend. This is definitely an uncommonly talented and socially powerful elf. If he had to """fall""", you'd expect it to be out of pride or something of that sort - we've read that story a thousand times in the Silm by the time Daeron becomes important. But his fall is actually a matter of either heartbreak or fearing for Luthien's fate.

I wouldn't even say Daeron falls as much as he... makes mistakes? I don't get the vibe of him having ruined any lives besides his own, and even that is debatable - after Beren comes into the picture, is there a possible happy ending Daeron can get? Maybe if he died for Luthien's sake he might have been happy-ish in Valinor, but that's pretty much it. (Here's a fun little au to ponder: Sauron vs Daeron)

The story very much identifies itself with Luthien, so Daeron comes across as a jealous, untrustworthy, controlling Nice Guy™️ but the couple of things he does in this one story shouldn't overshadow the centuries of him being, as far as we can tell, a genuinely great guy. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not an apologist, I don't take betrayal lightly, but for me that's what's interesting. A lot of Silm character tend to come in the flavors Basically Very Good and Basically Very Bad, with a few You're Doing Your Best But Things Aren't Looking Too Good. I literally don't know where Daeron fits into this. I try to find other characters who are remarkably good, mess up for ONE (01) story and then immediately regret everything and lament forever, and I just can't? Daeron speedruns Maglor's character arc, which is bizarre because Maglor's arc is all about living on and on and on.

I also think it's very telling that Tolkien says he wanders seeking Luthien "in despair." Is it just me who finds that a surprising word choice? He's not angry or bitter or even in pain, he's in despair. Even for an elf in unrequited love, that's pretty intense. It doesn't sound at all to me like we're meant to treat Daeron being in love as a mistake on his part, or as possessiveness. It sounds pretty legitimate, imho? Like I keep saying, for all that he's immortalized as the embodiment of betrayal, Daeron seems pretty damn sincere.

And finally, it isn't really connected to what I was saying but I find this pretty neat

Then she would become mortal, land subject to a second death, even as he; and ere long she would leave the world for ever, and her beauty become only a memory in song.

But seeking for Lúthien in despair he wandered upon strange paths, and passing over the mountains he came into the East of Middle-earth, where for many ages he made lament beside dark waters for Lúthien, daughter of Thingol, most beautiful of all living things.

I get so emotional thinking about how Daeron ultimately lives out the rest of his days offering Luthien one of the few things Beren can't give her, one of the few things that can make the loss of eternity less bitter. And!!! Daeron does that unseen by Luthien. Because she is with Beren. Which is exactly how this entire story began. Like, the parallels, I'm going to s c r e a m.

#does this post even make any sense? i don't know but if it doesn't just imagine me hugging daeron and crying and you'll get the idea #also as an utterly irrelevant aside #daeron is such a pretty name #the sounds flow well idk