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aotearoa20 · 3 months

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“What troubles you?”

Elwë stared at the spaces between the stars as he lay in the quiet glade. His love is a shadow, dancing around the ripples of his fëa. He could feel his discomfort running between her fingers.

“I’m so happy” he said, mouth open but without words. It was the truth and made it difficult to discern his discontentment.

“I’m so glad.”

She was tangled in the meadowsweet in his hair and singing of things unthinkable. In her voice he saw impossible themes and colours.

“I… I want to tell someone.”

He thought that he must. He was so full of wonder he though he would break.

“You just did.”

The Maia giggled and the trees about them shiver and shook golden seeds onto the ground. Elwë doesn’t think he’s ever heard so sweet a sound.

Though he still smiled, his brow began to furrow in thought. Melyanna hummed in displeasure bringing a hand into being to smooth down the lines on his face.

“No, someone - ” He grimaced as his tongue became dry and heavy in his mouth, “someone else”

He blinked and tried to sit up. The flowers in his hair and along his arms tugged idly at him but released him nonetheless. Melyanna hummed again, a question in her melody.

Yes. Someone else. That made sense. There were others out there in the world. Others, that weren’t him or his beloved. Elwë shook his head. It wasn’t not a bad thing, for there to be others. So why did it fill him with dread?

“You are upset.”

A breeze, warm enough to feel as arms draped over his shoulders, and a kiss pressed on his cheek and Elwë was lost again in the heady joy of being loved. He fell back and the flowers reached out to soften his fall.

But the thought would not leave him entirely, bubbling forth as he stooped over the stream. This was too much happiness to keep to himself, he longed to tell someone.

He though he caught sight in the water of a reflection not his own. Though silver was its hair, as his, and its eyes were blue, as his, and deep as… water, deep water. But the face was rounder and the turn of his mouth though different, no less joyful. A strange longing tugged at his heart. He leaned down, desperation like he’d never known drawing him closer.

But the vision was gone and the name on his lips turned to smoke before he could call for its return.

A cloud of nightgales dragged from the bank, singing and tugging him playful into a dance. And he tried to follow along with them, with her, as he always had but today he couldn’t concentrate. Something weighed heavy on his mind and the steps seemed far too fast. He stumbled to a halt.

“Elwë?” His lover called.

The voice tugged at the darkness of his thoughts, trying to pull him free of it but in the echo he heard another. He gasped staggering back into the trunk of a tree that bent to hold him in its embrace.

“Elwë?”

He shuddered as he caught sight of a vision. The same ner from the stream. And before him, in between them both, another with hair dark and thick. He couldn’t see the new stranger’s face but he can see the way Olwë shakes his head. The grief that coloured his features.

“No!” Elwë cried, reaching out to his friend with dark hair. Whose laugh didn’t echo with the sound of fallen leaves. Whose questions used to drive him insane and now pulled him to the brink of madness.

A bough bent over. It’s knots were twisted into something resembling a face. His eyes flicked to it unbidden and the vision was gone.

“What’s wrong?”

“I lost something,” he whispered, “I must find him”

“What have you lost my love?”

Elwë feels tears prick in his eyes. The rough bark that holds him doesn’t seem so safe anymore. But his fear seems only to make the branches wrap around him all the tighter

“I have eyes all across this forest, my light,” And for a split second he saw them. Silver eyes cracking open across root and leaf. Upon the wings of the nightingales still singing above him and upon his own being arms and face and his eyes themselves. He choked on a gasp but his lover continued in earnest, “What is it? If it is here I would find it for you.”

He pushed the crawling branches desperate to get away. They part easily under his hands but then grass begins to curl around his feet. He glances around wildly but the river only ever sang Her songs and the stone would grow warm under his touch at Her command.

He runs.

Where? Where can he go. It’s been so long. How long? He can’t remember the way out. The forest reached for him. Roots curled up to trip him. He dodged them deftly it but it slows him down and he’s already so late. Too late. Oh Stars, how long has he been here!?

He is caught under the willow tree.

Too slow. The thin branches entwined themselves and wrapped around his arms. He shouted as he is wrenched for the ground, struggling in the air long after he knew it was hopeless.

“No,” he shouted, “No, let me go! He is gone… Finwë, where is he… I came looking for him… Where… how long have I been here?”

The last words came out in a horrible sob. A hand reached up, and of, the ground to wipe away his tears and smear dirty tracks of earth over his face. It just made him weep all the more.

A low whine trembled all around him. It breaks the heart of all the birds and beasts that hear it. Then it breaks his own without his leave.

“What have you done to me?”

“Nothing…” Her voice was distraught, “I… I don’t understand. Why are you crying?”

“I have to go!”

“No!”

“You are hurting me,” he grimaced as the branches around his wrist tighten and she gasped

“No no no,” she murmured and he is released immediately, earthen arms coming up to soothe the angry red marks. They are healed even as he rubbed of the mud.

“You are so fragile,” the leaves whispered.

He didn’t answer, The willow branches are draped around, anchored in the ground around him like a cage. He couldn’t run, so he just remained kneeling as he was. Quivering in unison with the leaves.

“I love you,” The ground is damp. She sounded so sad, “Why are you running from me? Why are you afraid?”

How he wished he could see her face. If he could perhaps he could know if she was genuine. But the last time he did he could not look away until his eyes burnt like glass. She had hidden such thoughts, for they hurt him. She had not shown herself since they were released. Now he could not say for sure he knew what she looked like at all.

“You know me,” she insisted, “I love you!”

And the words echoed around his head until he’s dizzy. I love you. I love you. I love you. He could drown in that love and a part of him wants to. But he can’t.

“Why? I know you love me also. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen your fëa. Why do you want to leave me?”

“I love you.” he whispers the words, as they become truth in the air between them. “But it’s not in my nature to love only one thing. I have brothers whom I love, they were given to me I need them. And people also who followed me. I abandoned them, how could I do that?”

“You are beautiful.”

He looks up sharply at the silver eyes in the willow bark.

“I can’t give you what you want,” he said

“You do not know what I want.”

He pressed his lips together. He speaks as she does. As she had taught him, with feelings and visions he shows her a creature with his face. Lying in bed of poppy and meadowsweet. So full of someone else’s affection with he was barely a person anymore.

The ground rumbled beneath him in irritation but he wasn’t afraid. When she speaks she does so with words. The words of his own people, he’d long forgotten to use. The sound clunky in his ears but he listens.

“You came to me and loved me. I only ever took what you gave me and you gave me everything. I thought that was how your people loved so I did the same.”

“It isn’t.” He replied, he tries to cast his mind back to that day. Melyanna gave him back what he asks for even though the memory makes him flinch, “You… you are not of my people, you deserved more, I tried to give you more but…” he hung his head with a shame she could not fathom, “it is too much. I can’t give you all the love you deserve, I can’t give you everything. Love already I have given to others and that I abandoned them does me shame.”

“Don’t be angry”

“I am not angry at you.”

“There’s no one else here,” she said with genuine confusion.

He lookec up at her, an impossible smile on his face. She is strange. So strange and why should she not be. A being of such power and wisdom and beauty. Who is he that she should try to love him.

“I can’t give you what you want,” he said again.

“You do not know what I want.”

“Then tell me, my Lady. What do you want?”

For a moment there is absolute silence.

“Whatever you are willing to give me,” she said with a certainty he couldn’t help dismissing, “Whatever is good and natural for you to give. I want nothing more. Only… only do not leave me entirely.”

“Lady…”

“You don’t believe me.”

He could not speak, not to lie to her.

She hummed once more and the branches pick up and reach for him. He closed his eyes as they brushed over, little green leave tracing ever part of him. He was not scared anymore.

There is an almighty crash. Lighting, bright enough to flash behind his eyes crackled against the willow tree, leaving the tangy scent of wood smoke.

He stumbled back from where the trunk of the tree has split in half. What he doesn’t expect is the head of a woman to peer over the splintered wood.

She is tall and stepped unsteady over the burnt branches. Her hair flowed about her head as though she was walking through water and stars are entangled in it. Her eyes were as stars also, almost to bright to look upon. Almost.

She glanced down, spinning in a slow circle. Satisfied with her work she nods and turns back to him.

“What have you done?” he asked his heart full of both terror and awe.

“I want you to be able to look at me.” Melyanna smiled, blood rushing to her face and tinting her cheeks gold. “I want you to look me in the eye before you tell me no.”

Blinking he looked her over. His lover, elven in form. He can almost recognise her and he shook his head, angry again.

“You shouldn’t have done that. You shouldnt have lessened yourself, not for anyone. Least of all me.”

“Say not lessened,” she frown and Stars have mercy, it was a delightful look upon her new face, “Say changed for I have changed for you. As you have for me”

He shook his head.

He didnt see how he had grown. He didnt notice yet the pale spiderthread marks her vines had left on his dark skin. He didnt realise how his eyes saw song the way none of his kindred ever had or ever would. How his hair shone with a light unlike the stars, a shimmering silver mantle.

But he would. When he was back among his own people. Then he would understand.

“Trust me,” she whispered ,just until then, she took a tentative step towards him.

He looks at her as if seeing her anew. And falling for her all over but it’s different this time.

“Take me with you?” she asked

And he saw the question for what it always was. A question and not an order. She would not force him to stay, she did not want to.

“Why?”

“I love you.”

And suddenly it doesn’t sound like a threat. He dares to step closer. She reaches up with fingers They sparked as they brush against the side of his cheek. He would not have been able to bear it before but now he rests against her touch.

He looks up fully into her face, leaning in ever so gently before pressing his lips onto hers. He had never done so before. And neither had she but they fit together so perfectly. Only once does he pull away

“Come home with me,” he breathed.

She smiled triumphant and leans back into his embrace.

#something I posted on ao3 a while ago #but I liked it #so putting it up here as well #my writing #elwe #elu thingol #melian #thingol and melian #early days #some of my favourite weirdos #tolkien #silmarillion

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furious-haste-of-malice · 2 months

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❝ "You may have me," Melyanna promised him then, "but you will be mine in return." ❞

⊱ Prompt: Mind control, aphrodisiacs ⊱ Pairing: Melian x Thingol ⊱ Synopsis: Elwë chances upon an Aini in the forest and soon finds himself under her spell. Or: Melyanna's more-or-less accidental acquisition of a pet/lover/husband ⊱ Featuring: Eldritch Ainur, the effects of magic songs on the minds of incarnates, slight femdom, lady topping, light biting ⊱ Warnings: Creative liberties taken with canon, dub-con (he very much wants her, but he's also under a spell), the prompts

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: The (technically) last one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December. I messed up the posting order a bit at the end, but hey, it's all here now. Well almost; I am planning to write an "extra episode", so stay tuned for that!

I'm using the Quenyan names in this because Thingol was known and referred to as Elwë at this point in time and I thought that Melian, given how Ainur are omnilingual, would "match his language settings" by introducing herself with her Quenyan name as well.

He was frozen in place, not knowing if it was him who stood still or time itself. The very air seemed to thrum with a strange, ancient spell that neither he nor the forest could escape from, woven into the very fabric of reality.

Elwë had thought nothing of it when he had followed her song, assuming that perhaps a kinswoman had been lost and required his aid; enchanting though this voice was and unlike anything he had ever heard.

The being that turned to face him appeared to be a woman indeed, but most certainly no Elf. Her body was covered by a thin dress, resembling a nightgown more than actual garment, her feet were bare and her skin a mottled, greyish-brown with patches of light cream. Stray brown feathers were in her hair and adorned her shoulders and limbs. Most striking though were her lips, full, plump and golden as if covered in honey, and her eyes, unfathomable pools of dark midnight blue.

Elwë could not speak, and neither did she. Her head was tilted slightly to the side as she beheld him with unabashed curiosity. Whether this moment lasted mere seconds or a century, he could not tell; and at last, the mysterious being approached.

Her feet, Elwë noticed, made no sound on the forest ground when she moved.

The depths of her eyes were aglow with a fey light that reminded him of the strange beings he had encountered across the sea; and it dawned on him then that he had encountered an Aini. She was of lesser stature than Oromë and his peers, but in his eyes no less magnificent – nay, even as her wild, otherworldly appearance sent shivers of dread and excitement alike down his spine, he found her beautiful.

Her lips no longer moved. She was silent like him, yet somehow Elwë could still hear her song within his mind.

The Aini reached for him, placing her palm on his cheek. Her skin making contact with his felt like rain and lightning at the same time, gentle coolness spreading within him just as a searing shock surged through his muscles.

Melyanna. Elwë knew her name then, her very being, felt it touch his own. Whether she had spoken to him through ósanwë or planted a seed of recognition inside his willing, curious mind, he could not tell.

Melyanna. He wanted to say her name, but his tongue would not obey him. He wanted to call out to her, but knew not why or what he would ask of her.

"Beautiful," a voice – her voice – spoke to him then, mirroring his own thoughts, and Elwë realised that Melyanna had her own designs, knowing exactly what she wanted from him.

Her hands began to roam his body, and she hummed softly, filling his ears and his very being with a playful, lilting melody until she became the focus of his world, the only thing he could perceive. The trees, the forest, the sky above, all seemed to blur and fade away, leaving only her.

"You may have me," Melyanna promised him then, "but you will be mine in return."

Yes, Elwë thought in response, forcing himself to nod even as his body began to feel heavier and heavier. How could he say no to her after all, the most wondrous and enchanting creature he had ever met? Such thoughts no longer crossed his mind, as did any sense of danger or duty. Only desire remained.

Delighted, Melyanna played with his hair, carding her fingers through it until her talon-like nails nearly drew blood, then kissed him at last. She didn't taste like honey, as Elwë had expected, yet no less sweet; her lips tasted like nectar, dew and freshly fallen rain.

The song weaving itself into his very being grew and swelled, as did the need to become hers.

When Melyanna let go so he could breathe, sensing that her Elven companion had begun to faint in her grasp, Elwë fell to his knees.

Please.

After a moment of deliberation, she pushed him down with surprising assertiveness and strength, reminding him how easily his body could be broken beyond repair if she so chose; and still, he felt no fear. She was on top of him faster than his eyes could follow and kissed him again, hungry for more.

Elwë wanted nothing more than to please her. In his mind, he saw his hands exploring her as she did to him, though he was too befuddled to tell if it was just a fantasy or if his body obeyed. All he knew was that each kiss felt like Melyanna was devouring him alive, and that his excitement grew with each shaking breath he took, inhaling her very essence.

His clothes had disappeared at some point, either through some sort of spell or torn to shreds by the now-feral Aini on top of him, yet he remained blissfully ignorant of their fate. Arousal coursed through him with such potency that his erection pressed against her lower body with every movement, eliciting a pleased purr from Melyanna. She revealed herself fully to him then, proudly straddling his hips like he was a most prestigious conquest of hers, and allowed him to gaze upon her nudity with shameless lust and greed.

Elwë reached out to touch her. Before his hand made contact with her alluring flesh, however, Melyanna grabbed his wrist and pushed it back down, letting out a warning growl.

I yield, I yield, he thought.

"Mine," was all she said in response, and he understood.

He was not the one in control.

Thus appeased, Melyanna lifted her hips and guided his leaking cock between her legs. Elwë could feel her, warm, wet and soft like soil after rainfall in summer, yet before he had time to enjoy the sensation or ponder whether an Aini's anatomy would even resemble that of an Elven woman, she sat down in one swift movement.

For the first time since he had fallen under her spell, his voice rang out, a loud, desperate moan, and Melyanna joined him in kind. The mere idea of being inside her, of becoming one with her was incomprehensible and utterly maddening, let alone the sensation of her divine flesh clenching around his eagerly twitching length, gripping him like she intended to never let him go again.

And still, it was not enough. Elwë wanted more. It felt as though her essence was seeping through his skin and into his blood, making him truly and wholly hers and driving him insane with desire. Never again was he going to touch another, never again was he going to long for another, even if he never saw her again. Melyanna had taken root within his heart, too deep to be torn out again.

He was hers now.

Sensing the intensity of his emotions, she began to nibble on his neck. Perhaps it had been intended as a calming or affectionate gesture, yet Elwë found himself moaning and writhing underneath her when her teeth broke skin and she quickly soothed his wounds with her tongue.

It was too much.

His climax shook him to the core, and he saw a bright, blinding light as if his fëa had gone to the Timeless Halls, whence his lover had come ages ago.

Melyanna let out a low, guttural noise of triumph, but didn't stop riding him as he went limp underneath her. Elwë realised then that even as exhaustion gripped him in body and spirit, the fire of their passion still burned him alive, and that she would continue to have her way with him until she too was fully satisfied.

And he wanted nothing more than to give himself to her.

Thanks for reading! ♡

#⊰⟡⊱ dub-con #elwe #elwe singollo #thingol #melian #silm smut #minors dni #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #TPCdeaddovedecember #tw dubcon #cw dubcon

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taanoir · 6 months

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I had a question on the how the Gen 7 heir Evie ended up with her looks. Honestly, part of the fun for me is seeing where the genetics lead. Here's a visual recap of the generations. Here are the heirs from each generation. :) @cowplant-snacks

The sims that started it all - Khur and Callisto - Prehistoric

Gen 1 - Afon and Muireen - Prehistoric

Gen 2 - Dior and Nimloth - Early Civilization

Gen 3 - Elurin and Melyanna - Middle Ages

Gen 4 - Haldir and Elanor - Renaissance

Gen 5 - Castamir and Aubrey - Frontier

Gen 6 - Alexander and Cerise - Industrial (Cerise was made by Thisisthem)

Gen 7 - Elvira "Evie" and Julian - Roaring 20's (Julian was made by Divaka45)

#childrenofcalisto

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maeofthenoldor · 1 year

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Pry Your Hands From My Decaying Body

Amarië is barred from leaving with the exiles, who now waits alone and abandoned in Valinor by her betrothed in the land she wished to forsake. Betrayed and wrathful, she leaves her family in the midst of the endless night, to swear to her most worshipped Vala as one of her elf-maidens, in hopes that her family would never find her in the sanctuary of the evergreen gardens. However any thoughts of it being paradise is quickly crushed, for there is something dark stirring in the woods, and it does not help that she is utterly entranced by the lady she now serves.....

Vana-The Ever-Young.

a gift for @kimaracretak on ao3 for the @myslashyvalentine 2023 event! Thank you to all the mods who helped plan and create this wonderful event; and thank you to Keiliss who is in all of our thoughts.

Rating: T| Not rated

Relationships: Amarië/Vana

Charachters: Amarië, Vana, Melyanna, mentions of Finrod and original female charachters.

Word count: 19.6k

Tags: Surrealism, Body Horror, Self-Destruction, Childhood Trauma Forbidden Love, Religious Guilt, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Dancing and Singing

Read It On Ao3!

#my slashy valentine #myslashyvalentine #Msv2023 #silmarillion #amarië #finrod #silm #my writing #tolkien #vana #Amarië x Vana #fanfic #femslash

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mynameisjessejk · 4 months

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12 Days of AU-mas Day 1

“He does, and I don’t know why it should surprise you. The House of Beor has always been hunters, and Melyanna served Vana in the youth of the world.” “What has that to do with anything?” Feanaro demanded, so startled he turned back into an elvish shade instead of a conflagration. “History repeats,” said the Valie of History, surprised she needed to say so to him. Taking pity on his continued confusion, Vaire added, “And your son has a type.”

#jessewrites #fanfic #tolkien #Celegorm/Beren/Luthien

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witchofhimring · 6 days

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(Silmarillion OC)

Caranthir x OC

Ilë was the youngest of two sisters, born to Vanyarin parents. Ilë's family was heavily involved in the court of Finwe and were highly respected courtiers. Her mother was a handmaiden of Queen Indis and her father served King Finwe. Ilë used her mother name since she was little.

Name(s):

Ilë (Star) Mother name

Melyanna (Dear Child) Father name

The Fallen Star Moniker

Genealogy: Vanyarin

Date of birth: Y 1368

Date of death: SA 3319 (Fall of Numenor)

Family

Father: Falastir

Mother: Erulissë

Sister: Ellótë

Husband: Caranthir

Children: none

Physical description: Golden blonde hair that hung to her waist. Periwinkle blue eyes, round and slightly hooded. Pale skin with flushed cheeks. Ilë is 6'1 making her of average height for a female elf. She has a round face, prominent cheeks, deep dimples and a slightly upturned nose.

Personality:

Ilë was a bright and happy person before the rebellion of the Noldor. She loved to love and be loved, craving affection. She is very loyal to people and gets attached easily. This intense loyalty can sometimes put her in a difficult position. Sometimes Ilë is unaware than her clinginess can make others uncomfortable. Ilë is the type to wear her heart on her sleeve.

Story: (short version, Ilë will get her own one shot as some point)

-Born into an important Vanyarin, Ilë's family moved to live under the rule of King Finwë shortly after her parents married. Ilë's early years were spent in close proximity to the children of Arafinwë and she struck up a friendship with his daughter Galadriel.

-As an adult she became a lay-in-waiting to Queen Indis and became an apprentice to Findis. Her craft was writing and during her time in Tirion Ilë wrote many books.

-She met Caranthir during a masked ball. They ended up striking up a relationship that evolved into a marriage. Unlike the rest of his brothers Caranthir lived away from the rest of their family. Choosing to stay out of politics the two lived a quiet life.

-When things got worse between Feanor and Fingolfin they were forced to return. When Feanor is exiled Ilë follows Caranthir into exhile despite her misgivings.

-During the rebellion of the Noldor Ilë follows Caranthir into Middle Earth and his holdfast.

-Ilë only leaves Caranthir when he orders her to stay with Celebrimbor in Nargothrond. From then on she stays in the household of Celebrimbor. She will eventually hear of Caranthir's death. -During the second age Ilë lives with Celebrimbor in Eregion and becomes reclusive. Shortly before the fall of Eregion Ilë is placed under the care of Elrond. When she hears of Celebrimbors death Ilë has a complete mental breakdown and does not recover in this life.

-The descendants of Elrond's brother look after her. As Numenor grows Ilë is well looked after. But soon the last king of Numenor usurps his cousin. While Ilë is kept alive she is imprisoned. When the sinking of Numenor happens Ilë watches the city being pulled under the waves. She closes her eyes and welcomes death.

-Ilë will spend some time in Mandos. She refuses to see her husband and is reborn a century before the events of The Hobbit. Once back in Valinor she lives with Nerdanel.

#the silm #the silmarillion #the silmarillion x oc #caranthir #caranthir x oc #tolkein #middle #middle earth #silm fan #silm fanfic #sons of fea #feanori #feanorians

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freifraufischer · 11 months

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I'd like to propose Melyanna's Law of Gymnastics Coverage (in honor of @darthmelyanna).

Loosely based on the studies that show that when women talk 30% of the time men believe that the women are dominating the conversation (study and meme version). Any gymnastics competition where not all US routines are shown and any other country (especially a host country) is shown at an equal rate to them will be perceived by USAian gymnastics fans as being bias against showing US gymnasts--or even that the broadcast is not showing anyone but the host country.

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Sleeping Beauty

-ˋˏ ༻❁ featuring @luthriel-tinuviel (my oc) x @vanifinwe-feanorian (@theladyvanya’s oc)

-ˋˏ ༻❁ fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

-ˋˏ ༻❁ a/n dedicated to my beloved friend @theladyvanya. this idea orginally came to me after @sunnyrosewritesstuff spun the January Trope Roulette challenge! from @fellowshipofthefics with prompts of “Hair Brushing/Braiding” and “Fairytale AU” - hope you like it :) ocs are the only think keeping me sane right now!

-ˋˏ ༻❁ a continuation of I’ll be your light but can be read as a stand alone.

There was once a curse upon the maiar – for those who sought to leave the golden paradise of Valinor and their masters. Melyanna were one of them, choosing to leave behind all, despite whatever curses her – for in her heart she felt a deeper calling from the lands of Endóre.

Maybe it was her love for trees – or perhaps it was something more. But she left with her master’s; Vána’s wise words of ‘only when all is lost, all if found’ – Melyanna did not what it meant then, but she kept the words to heart and left.

Melyanna became Melian and she found love, she married Elu Thingol and yet no curse bound her. So she continued to live freely – forgetting the curse, until her daughter Lúthien was born and fell for Beren of men and she feared perhaps the curse was upon her daughter.

But her daughter survived all trails that faced her and Beren – It concerned Melian, the maia feared all that was to come and her foresight did not grant her anything as of the moment.

But, it was only when her granddaughter Lúthriel was born was she granted with heart crushing sight into the future – born with two different colored eyes, one belonged to her father, Beren and the other to her mother, Lúthien – Melian saw into the future.

Her granddaughter – the only one to be born immortal and was cursed for what Melian had done. It was only then Melian realized it would be either her or one of her descendants that would be cursed. Her foresights revealed Lúthriel was cursed – her finger would prick upon a spindle when all was lost and she would fall to eternal sleep – not even Mandos would be able to lift the curse off her.

Melian has cursed her granddaughter. . . Lúthriel was bound to the curse. . .

From a young age Lúthriel loved to escape into a world where written words had told her stories – it was her only form of escape from how her grandmother insisted had she should always stay indoors and be protected. It was something she hated or how her grandmother demanded she had stay away anything and everything sharp.

Thankfully, she had a twin – Dior would help her sneak out and into the forests were she longed to be and connect with her powers. Her mother and father knew, but they chose to turn a blind eye to it as it was how Lúthriel longed to be and Lúthien understood that more than anyone else.

Besides – it was being outside and learned the ways of the forest did Lúthriel learn to harness her powers. Only that and reading words of the multiple stories the library contained was she able to live freely.

But instead of a prince charming – Lúthriel wished for someone else, she wondered what it would be like to be saved by a princess – a warrior princess that strived to do what was right. Lúthriel was someone who loved to look upon new changes, how to create a better – how ironic since she was not someone who dealt with change very well. Especially, after knowing she was born to be immortal unlike her twin and rest of her family.

Lúthriel was different to them and Melian had seen that – ever since the day she had been born and she looked upon her striking two-different colored eyes was it worried her more and more every day, until it could be seen on the maia’s face and expressions – something was coming and she could no longer hide the thinks that plagued her, especially when silmarils and the Fëanorian oath was suddenly thrown upon her. . .

***

The days Melian feared had come upon them – the day all was lost exactly as her master had said. The final line of ‘when all is lost, all is found’ – was still needed to be proven. But Melian could not understand those words it drove her closer and closer to madness and the heartbreak of her husband’s death did not ease her mind.

So selfishly she chose to leave and return to the golden paradise of Valinor. Bidding her farewells and apologizing for doings and inflicting a curse on her granddaughter. It only confused Lúthriel, for she never knew she was upon a curse and finally all her grandmother’s doing made sense.

But Melian was not allowed to tell the truth – of how the curse would be cast and it broke her apart. Lúthriel would be condemned to eternal sleep and there was nothing Melian could do.

Though a part of her thought it was for the best because she had seen how Lúthriel wished to become mortal like her twin. Perhaps asleep, she would not need to grief the pain that come with the loss of Dior and Nimloth, and her niece and nephews. . .

***

Lúthriel found a woman in the forest – no, it was an elleth lost in the dark forests. She had stumbled upon the crying elleth after an argument with her brother, who had become king of Doriath and after the death of their parents he come in possession of the Nauglamír, causing many arguments between them to happen. She did not want to potentially run until the enemy that were lurking Doriath – waiting for a moment to strike. Lúthriel knew what was at stake, and time and time again – she warned Dior, but his own obsession with the Nauglamír and its silmaril has blinded him to the truth and incoming dangerous she was seeing within the patterns of the Stars.

But seeing the lost crying elleth, Lúthriel did not have the heart to leave her there. So she chose guide the elleth out of the forest by lighting the path for her with fireflies and back to her brothers. Lúthriel became one of the characters in her books, it made her heart flutter and she wished to see the beautifully freckled elleth once again.

That elleth, who had fluttered Lúthriel’s heart with one gaze was Vanifinwë, the eighth Fëanorian and daughter of Fëanor, who unlike her brothers did not take the oath – no oath bound her and she strived to do what was right and she had caught a small glimpse of the elleth that led her safely out. . .

***

The day of the ruin of Doriath was cast upon them and it was truly the day all was lost for Lúthriel the most. She had lived as a stranger and traitor in her twin’s eyes, moments before his death. She grieved his loss and the surge of her powers that was unleased killed of all those who was left standing on Menegorth.

Her emotions were strong, the vital point of her powers and her grief and torment of that day led her to the forests outside of Menegorth, where she hoped to safe her nephews.

But soon after the curse had become all too real. Lúthriel heard whispers, ominous whispers that lead her deeper and deeper into the forest – and she could not disobey its commands. So with shaky feet and an exhausted body – with an heaving fëa she was swayed by the whispers that lurked her.

She did not blink, nor did she turn away – she doubted she could and so she just allowed, her grief and pain was giving her no energy to fight back.

In the middle of the forest – where it was dark and not light was shining through, the dead plants and roots of tree suddenly came together and binding together until a wheel upon like a slow clock that ticked away until death came.

In the middle a particular strong root – the one that been just recently dead as so it seems – sprouted the sharpest needle of pure silver and it gleamed without light, letting one know there was magic behind it.

Lúthriel did not know what came over her – nor could she think of it, it seemed as if her body was following the commands of another as her hand lifted, her long lithe finger of her right hand wanting to touch the sharpness of the needle.

Her finger pricked on it and a drop of her blood ran down the needle, but Lúthriel did not react – not a single gasp was heard from her as her eyes suddenly rolled to the back of her head and she fell on to the forest floor into an eternal sleep.

The curse lifted off the roots of the trees and the forest mourned for their princess and they lifted her lifeless looking body and laid her on a bed made of shimmering white flowers.

***

Vanifinwë desperately searched the forest with her brother Nelyafinwë – or Maedhros as he called himself now – for the lost sons of Doriath, Eluréd and Elurín, who were thrown out here by the cruel servants of her brother Turcafinwë, or Celegorm he had called himself here into the forest to starve to death.

It mortified her how they could do such a thing to elflings who had not even reached to the fullness of their age. She had cried many nights on each of her brothers’ doings and how drastically they had changed from the brothers she saw and loved from her childhood. But she soon realized tears could not do anything and she needed voice and fight. So she hoped she could turn things right.

But the more she searched – the more she lost hope as she saw no sign of Doriath’s twins. She sighed and suddenly collapsed to her knees, feeling as if all was lost and it seemed even the forest was also mourning.

Perhaps that was the sign to show her, there was no use and that it was too late.

But suddenly she noticed a small light flashing in front of her – she lifted her head and blinked in surprise seeing fireflies around her, once again. It was just as that day when she was lost in the forest, fireflies lit the path for her and led her out, because of someone.

She suddenly whipped her head around trying to find the source of this magic, but she could not find anyone. Even her brother Maedhros seemed have suddenly vanished. She watched how the fireflies moved down the forest and then waited for her to follow them.

Vanifinwë found herself frowning. Were they here to lead her to the twins? But if there was someone behind this magic, why would they not be able to help them?

Questions swirled in her head – but unlike before she did not waste time and quickly got up on her feet and ran following wherever the fireflies led her, deep into the forest where no light seemed to shine and the fireflies were her only source of light.

“VANI!”

Vanifinwë gasped into a stop when she heard her brother calling from a distance – she had already travelled deep into the forest following the fireflies, Maedhros seemed so far away. She looked back in the direction she came hearing her brother call her again but fireflies surrounded her again – hoping to push her deeper into the forest as if it was urgent.

So Vanifinwë sighed and ran deeper in, following where they took her – past many trees and small rivers of rushing water until trees were so tall she could not even see the tops of them and she could only see her feat where the fireflies surrounded her.

Suddenly it seemed more of them joined the darker it had got.

Then suddenly – they stopped and Vanifinwë looked around seeing no one and nothing.

Why did they suddenly stop?

Vanifinwë looked at the fireflies as if they could answer her, but the seemed to have lowered themselves as if in sadness and they longer were shining their lights as brightly as before.

Low whines and cries of birds and animals from all sides of the forest – each of them were mourning at the loss of something and Vanifinwë could not understand.

She thought fireflies would stop there but as she stepped out they still willingly followed her so see could see where she was going. Though they were not as excited as before as there was reluctantness behind their movements.

But as Vanifinwë walked closer into a small clearing she suddenly saw animals and birds of all shapes and sizes lying on the floor crying and it made her imagine the worst – was she too late? Had the twins already passed into the halls or perhaps they had they already chosen mortals like their parents?

But as Vanifinwë walked closed into the middle of the clearing because of a small light – it was not the twins she saw.

But an elleth lying on the bed of shimmering white flowers – her eyes closed as she was laid to rest. The fireflies slowly landed themselves on the flowers that surrounded the elleth. She seemed to be sleeping but Vanifinwë knew better, for she sensed an enchanted behind this and for some unknown reason she seemed know the sleeping elleth.

It only all made sense when the fireflies moved closer to the elleth and Vanifinwë’s eyes widened as she realized this elleth was the source behind the magic of the forest and now she had fallen under an enchantment and the forest and its creatures mourned for her.

Vanifinwë frowned as she looked over her – she had no wounds that could kill her and so it really was a form of enchantment. Her frowned only deepened when she saw a small streak of blood running down the sleeping elleth’s hand.

So she carefully and respectfully lifted her right hand – only to see her first finger had been pricked.

Touching the elleth’s hand suddenly made something rush into Vanifinwë, making her eyes shut tight.

When she opened them again, she no longer saw the elleth – but herself, crying in the middle of the forest – lost and alone. Before her hand was suddenly lifted and rested against the bark of the nearby tree and she heard a whisper of plea, until suddenly the fireflies came again and were led to. . . herself.

Vanifinwë saw her own self lifting her head in surprise and looking at the fireflies in amazement – and she realized she was seeing herself through the eyes of the elleth.

She gasped as the thoughts and emotions of the elleth rushed through so fast she had to take her hand away again. Vanifinwë was suddenly out of breath as she looked at the elleth that was pulled under an enchantment. . .or was this a curse?

But why would anyone curse her?

Vanifinwë’s heart saddened as she looked upon the sleeping elleth – she lifted her hand again as she caressed the elleth’s cheek.

“You do not deserve this, my lady. . .”

She whispered wondering if the elleth could hear her.

It was then, Vanifinwë remembered a fairytale curse she read back in Valinor. A princess awoken by the kiss of a true prince.

Vanifinwë was no prince, but she was a princess the truest she could in this world and she always tried to do right, even if it had meant going against her father and brothers – so she dearly hoped. . .just for once, fairytales can come true and it can lift curses. . .

So Vanifinwë slowly leaned down and pressed the softest of kisses on the elleth’s lips.

She felt a tingling sensation run through her as their lips touched.

After a moment Vanifinwë pulled and sighed seeing there was no reaction from her.

She found herself brushing some of the elleth’s hair away from her face and in that moment the elleth suddenly fluttered her eyes open – her long eyelashes lifting and fluttering and Vanifinwë gasped as the elleth’s eyes were revealed to her – two striking different colored eyes stared at her in surprise.

“It’s you. . .”

She suddenly whispered to Vanifinwë.

Vanifinwë let out a small chuckle with a sniffle as she realized herself she was about to cry.

“It is me. . .”

She replied to her, before she asked:

“May I know your name, my lady?”

Vanifinwë asked still taken back from her eyes.

“Lúthriel. . .”

She whispered in awe of Vanifinwë.

“That is a perfect name for you. . .”

Vanifinwë smiled.

“May I know yours?”

Lúthriel asked.

To that question Vanifinwë sighed and reluctantly told her.

“Vanifinwë. . .”

She answered truthfully and winced as Lúthriel’s eyed widened.

But they quickly softened again.

“I can see why. . .”

Lúthriel chose to reply, surprising Vanifinwë, before she lifted herself slightly and kissed Vanifinwë, for that moment forgetting the world around them and just embraced each other, relieved that the feeling of a curse that had been lifted. . .

Perhaps fairytales do come true. . .and all was finally found. . .

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