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mxmia · 2 years

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Aeryn Widris | For @tolkienocweek day 4: Mary Sues | My first LoTR OC; a tenth walker

Aeryn was the first OC I ever made for Tolkien's world, after reading the books for the first time. But her story has been fleshed out a little! Aeryn's parentage was to her unknown, for she'd been abandoned at a village when she was just one year old. She was first thought to be a boy-child, and told the village-people that she was, in fact, a girl-child when she was 15 human years. This village was in the far Rhûn, and there she was given the name "Widris", which she used until she discovered her heritage. She was, in truth, the daughter of another village's chieftain with a Lindai (Nandorin) trader. Aeryn was a name picked randomly, to disguise herself. The truth was revealed to the village by the unknowing Blue Istari, who assumed she knew. In their fear, the village's people cast her out, and she wandered the land, until at the end of the First Age, she found the Drúedain, who accepted her for a while before she left, thinking they would not tolerate having a half-elf in their ranks. Aeryn then continued to wander, and thus she won herself the epithet "The Wanderer," because she never stayed in a place too long. Eventually, she settled in Lóthlorien, and was taught archery and how to wield a sword. But also Sindarin, a language that tasted bitterly on a too-mannish tongue. She fought in the Last Alliance with the Galadhrim, and in the retreat she was caught amongst the lines of the Elf-lord Elrond Peredhel, who accepted her in Imladris. With all possible living kin long dead, she found herself a family again in Imladris, learning ancient battle techniques alongside Glorfindel. Aeryn proved to have Foresight, also, a gift quite uncommon amogst the Elves, so she was a trusted individual in Imladris. When the War of Ring approached, Aeryn volunteered to join the Fellowship, and Elrond agreed, because she was a powerful warrior, and that was what the Fellowship needed. She went with the three hunters to search for Merry and Pippin, whom she'd become great friends with, and survived until the end of the Third Age. After that, her heart grew weary of these lands and she felt the Call of the Sea; decicing then to sail alongside the ring-bearers. In Valinor she found her peace, and was offered the Choice of the Peredhil by the Valar themselves. Naturally, after living among elves for the past two ages, Aeryn chose to be counted with the Eldar. She didn't search for a long-lost mother, instead, she chose to serve Elrond as she'd done during the Third Age.

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Aeryn's name was inspired by Aerin's, the mortal maiden in the Children of Húrin. (Her OG name was Aearoniel, but it sucks, imo.)

Widris is a Taliska word that means wisdom, here reincorporated as uh… a Rhûnian word that means, something.

She was the main character of my first ever tolkien fic, too, but that one isn't published, LMAO. And that's it, I think! [Image Description:

An Edit consisting of many floating pictures,

An Elf's ear

A long, dark, fishtail style braid

A leaf-shaped hair pin

A grey cloak with a silver pin

A person's back, with a quiver full of arrows.

There is also text, the bigger one, on top, says "Aerin Widris"; some smaller ones say 'The forgotten' and 'The wanderer'.

/End ID.]

#tolkienocweek #tolkien ocs #trans tolkien #lotr oc #lotredit #tolkienedit #peredhel oc #half elf oc #half elf #oc: aeryn #with id #id in alt text #im still new to editing pls dont judge #mine

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thesummerestsolstice · 2 months

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In my post about the strange residents of Rivendell, I mentioned a Feanorian die-hard and an old bodyguard of Thingol. I recently hit a thousand reblogs– which is amazing! So in honor of that, I'm writing their stories out. This is part one, I'll get the rest out over the next couple days.

The Feanorian Die-hard: Hrivossa

Maedhros' right hand at Himring, a dedicated captain with an axe and a burning hatred of Morgoth

Laiquendi former thrall, captured during the First Battle of Beleriand; when the Laiquendi king Denethor was killed

Was refused entry to Doriath after escaping from Angband– at this point, most escaped prisoners were thought to be sleeper agents sent to get information for Morgoth

Wandered for the next few years, mostly alone, occasionally finding Elvish towns that feared her because of the marks of Morgoth's torture and thought her one of his puppets

Ended up stumbling across one of Maedhros's orc hunting parties in the Early First Age, and jumped at the chance to actually fight Morgoth

Maedhros was also one of the only lords willing to help former thralls at that point; he gaze Hrivossa a new home and purpose, fighting alongside him against their shared tormentor

It's not hard to understand why she became so loyal to the Feanorian cause

This is also when she took the Quenya name Hrivossa, "winter wall," because she was as frigid and unbreakable as Himring's walls

(her original Nandor name is mostly for her close friends)

Between Denethor's death and hiding in Doriath with Melian instead of doing anything about Morgoth, Hrivossa absolutely hates Thingol

She's generally a cold person around strangers, but she warms up around her friends, and her wits and tongue are as sharp as her sword

Part of the general morbid humor culture that built up in First Age Himring

She does not have a soft spot for the Sindar claiming that the Silmaril belongs to them now

She does have a noticeable soft spot for small half-elves who keep pestering her for stories about what life was like in Beleriand before the sun and moon

She fought with Maedhros until the bloody, bitter end, being forcefully brought into the custody of Valinor's forces late in the War of Wrath

She was the leader of the Feanorian faction who chose not to submit to the Valar's judgement, or to willingly go to Aman to do penance

They generally made themselves trouble while in custody

To avoid any more ugly conflict, Elrond eventually took responsibility for this faction, becoming their lord (though Elrond did NOT become Lord of the House of Feanor) and promising to keep them from committing any more violent acts

Hrivossa and the others, all of whom had lived in Amon Ereb and helped raised Elrond, found this agreeable

All of these elves are still very much see Elrond as their Lords' child, who must be protected at all costs, so there's that

And that is the story of how Elrond became responsible for the remaining Feanorians, but only the really fucked up ones

Seriously, they don't do any other murders, but they do cause all sorts of other trouble

Also, how Elrond inherited one (1) extremely determined bodyguard

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #feanorians #morgoth #angband #maedhros #elrond #elrond peredhel #rivendell #himring #war of wrath #silm oc

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arlenianchronicles · 2 years

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You stand there before me

Dressed in white,

Crisp and clean,

So bright that it hurts

To watch for long.

You watch as the butterfly

Lands upon your slim finger,

Calm and trusting

That you will not cast it away;

A flick of your finger,

A lash of your hand

To send it tumbling down

Onto the needle grass.

You keep still

As the thrumming beat

Of its wings settles;

Amber sprinkled on white

Glistening in the dusk.

Look how it trusts you so

My star-eyed son.

Light kindles on your face

In the gloaming,

So bright as to bring tears

To my eyes

When you look at me.

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I was finally inspired to do a kidnap fam painting! I went for monochrome this time because I didn’t have enough energy for full colour loll Plus I really like this old, Victorian-like portrait style!

As for the poem, I’ve recently had to read Hilda Doolittle’s poetry for school, and I was rather inspired to give another try at poems! This one is meant to be Maedros’ contemplation as he watches his Blobrond XDDD

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justafandomgvrl · 2 years

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i need more friends who like rings of power and want to simp over halbrand, elrond and elendil with me please and thank you

side note im writing a fic with OCs for the 3 of them bc im so in love

#halbrand #rings of power #the rings of power #lord of the rings #rop #trop #lotr rings of power #elrond rop #elrond peredhel #elrond half elven #elendil #lotr #numenor #sauron #saubrand #oc fanfic

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eastofeddie · 8 months

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The Lay of Oropherion Snippet

Here's a pretty little thing that I've been working on for the better half of four (five?) months and will HOPEFULLY be able to continue because school starts next week and I'm already drowning in schoolwork.

Summary: Second Age, Lindon. A little moment between the Lord Thranduil Oropherion and Elrond Peredhel, Herald to the High King of the Noldor.

Word Count: 1k words, give or take (it's only the first half of the first chapter!)

Warnings: the excessive use of the word "bloom" but other than that, everything's all good!

Reviews are welcomed! It helps a long-suffering writer continue this behemoth of a thing she calls a story!

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Second Age 750

Lindon, in the South Gardens of the Royal Palace

“Never would I have imagined Thranduil Oropherion to be mulling over flowers.”

Thranduil sighed and turned around, not letting go of the little bloom. Elrond Peredhel, herald to the Noldorin king, stood with his arms crossed and that Valar forsaken smile spread across his face.

“Just because you are too cowardly to even glance in Celebrían’s direction does not mean that the rest of us are as well.” Thranduil responded with tact and returned his eyes to the bush in front of him.

Elrond clicked his tongue. It really was an odd sight; for despite not knowing Thranduil for very long (about two hundred years or so), it was not in Thranduil’s nature to contemplate over a bushel of flowers. No, he’d stand in a corner and scowl at whoever dared approached him. It had dawned on Elrond once or twice that Thranduil was simply just as emotionally stunted as his father, as scowling during large events seemed to be a family trait.

But if Elrond let his eyes linger around the room, he’d find the one that seemed to lighten up Thranduil’s mood in an instant.

“Personally, I would go with the red tulips.” Elrond said. “The camellias would overcrowd the salvias and the daffodils too much.”

Thranduil tried not to make any faces at the flower still in his hand. It would be a total waste if he couldn’t do it in front of Elrond himself.

“Tulips, on the other hand, would accentuate the bouquet and is a rather good alternative for red roses; which I’m sure you would give to her at a later date.”

Thranduil stands up from where he was crouching, the little bloom falling from his hand. He raised an eyebrow. “Who said I was going to give her red roses?”

“No one did.” Elrond shook his head. “Except no one expects you to give a bouquet of red roses to the Lady Galadriel, do they?”

Thranduil refused to justify that with an answer.

Elrond stifled a laugh but refused to hide the smile that graced his face. “You do know that daisies are her favorite flower?”

Thranduil walked away from him, unconsciously walking towards the bush of daisies just a little ways away from them. “Yes, I know.”

“And you do know that if Saelon or Lord Cýron saw you giving her flowers, they’d have your head?”

“I know.” Thranduil paid no mind to that bit.

“You do also know, of course, that Síloriel is allergic to daffodils?”

“What?” In his panic, Thranduil began plucking the yellow blooms from the bouquet, not even noticing that Elrond had burst into laughter. He scowled and, quite ludicrously, began to gather up the fallen blooms from the ground. “That was not funny, Elrond.”

“It actually is,” Elrond chuckled still. “If you look at it from my perspective, at least.”

Thranduil rolls his eyes but doesn’t even bother to hide the laugh that escapes form him. Elrond, beneath his kindness and the intelligence that earned him his place at Gil-Galad’s court, had an uncanny knack for taking the piss out of Thranduil. In their circle of friends, Elrond was the only one who could ever get away with (subtly, of course) making a joke out of him without expecting him to throttle him in his sleep. Firstly, because throttling one in one’s sleep is a rather messy business and second because, quite frankly, Thranduil liked Elrond.

“It will take more than a bouquet of flowers to win them over, mellon nin.” Elrond said.

“Yes, but I do not need to win them over,” Thranduil replied, gathering a handful of daisies and adding them to the bouquet. “I only need to win her over.”

“Síloriel’s power over her family is great but even she can only do so much.” Elrond sighed as Thranduil ignored him. “If you asked for my counsel—”

“I do not ask for it.”

“But if you did,” Elrond continued. “I would tell you that her brother would not object to the marriage. Nor will the rest of her kin. But her father...”

Thranduil clenched his jaw.

“Lord Cýron is a man of great ambition. He has many plans for the future of his children.” Elrond said. “But while Saelon’s fate has been sealed, Síloriel’s can still be molded.”

Thranduil furrowed his brow. “You do not mean...”

Among the many perks that come with being Herald to the High King (of which there were few), Elrond often had to sit in on many council meetings with Gil-Galad and his troupe of advisers, Sindar and Noldor alike. The latest topic of conversation that graced the council room was the subject of the King’s marriage. Or lack thereof.

“It is still talk, nothing has been decided yet.” Elrond interjected. “There are a number of maidens that are being considered.”

“But Síloriel is the top choice?”

“She is... a front runner, yes.” Elrond tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “But it does not mean that she will be chosen.”

“No, it is only a matter of whether or not Gil-Galad is foolish enough to ignore his council’s wishes and risk a succession crisis by his refusal to take a bride.” Or to risk war with the Sindar by stealing their prince’s future bride, but Thranduil didn’t say that.

“It is a matter of chance, Thranduil.” Elrond said. “There is a chance that Síloriel will marry Ereinion. There is a chance that she won’t.”

Thranduil closed his eyes as Elrond continued. “It is not a race, mellon, it is a coin in the air that has yet to land. Do not lose hope yet.”

“Why should I lose hope if there wasn’t any in the first place?” Thranduil asked rhetorically.

“Ah, but those are the words of a cynic, my friend.” Elrond smirked. “For the vigorous spring shall blossom in the light of the one who shines. And last I heard--”

Elrond leaned in, as if he were telling a great secret. “The light was just seen in the east gardens.”

As he walked away, Elrond laughed as Thranduil, who looked around to make sure that no one would dare interrupt him again, returned to crouching on the ground and gathering handfuls of daisies.

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Tagging some of my favorite Tolkien writers because I can <3: @sotwk @scyllas-revenge @amethysttribble @cycas @viola-ophelia @entishramblings (i love everything you guys have ever written, they keep me up at night and fuel me to make it through the day)

#thranduil #thranduil oropherion #thranduil x oc #thranduil x reader #elrond #elrond peredhel #lord elrond #lord of the rings #the hobbit #tolkien #riki writes #(finally!)

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tanoraqui · 1 year

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as a secret fan of the trope “immortal being imprints on family but is initially 1 or more generations off from their actual Destined Romance in it, leading to tragic problems”, and an even bigger fan of relationships (romantic or otherwise) which are wildly awkward for everyone except the happy couple, I think it’d be great, actually, if:

Idril and Tuor decide to have another child at some point, really any time in the Second Age or later (just one, though—living in Aman is already kinda straining Tuor’s fëa; he’s fine, but parenting a half-elf is…a lot)

The Choice of Peredhil is innate, actually, though only for one generation out unless complicated by Maia blood. Their daughter (Name TBD) chooses to be an Elf with no hesitation—save 1 Man kept alive by dint of Ulmo being clingy a loyal friend and patron, everyone she knows are Elves, or Ainur! Why would she want to leave her family, friends and home?

Shortly after Maeglin gets out of Mandos (which takes longer than anyone in the family but the Fëanorians), they meet in circumstances wherein neither realizes who the other is, familially speaking, and nor does either introduce themselves properly

They almost just straight-up elope, but NameTBD Idriliel decides at the last moment that she really would like to introduce him to her parents first, and she to be introduced to his. Possibly all at once?

(Maeglin either genuinely thinks she knows who he is or by some contrivance fails to tell her between the proposal of this meeting and the meeting itself. Either way, he fully intends to introduce himself fully to her parents, and he has no intention of marrying this maiden whom he loves without her knowing his identity and dark first life.)

Absolutely nobody, including Maeglin, is adequately forewarned

Chaos ensues

#aman ever after #maeglin #idril #tuor #yes my brain just autogenerates female silm ocs what of it #probably she’s born in the early 3rd age at the same time as finrod&turgon&amarie&elenwe’s twins #bc idril heard about that and she and tuor had been kicking the idea around for a long while and they were like #‘fuck it yeah let’s also have a new kid’#but ambalaura are such a Pair and nametbd peredhel is actually! dark-haired! 2 of her grandparents had dark hair damnit!#so she’s not traditionally counted among the golden horde #I keep imagining them meeting and spending a lot of time in a library? but I’m not committed #the silmarillion #my fic

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welcometolotr · 1 year

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rýndil for @arofili , happy new year to the best of fic-writing friends <3

(they’re the child of caranthir & haleth ;) )

#ryndil #other people's ocs #silmarillion #peredhel #welcometolotr

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lady-ofimladris · 26 days

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Good Evening Travelers of Arda!

I truly hope that you are all well! I have created a new blog page. This is because I am not able to log into my previous account. But, no worries, there, that is why my dearest friend @vintagelizziesblog has created a new page for me. I would still love to hear all of your questions and I look forward to chatting with you all soon! My old blog was @daughterofimladris and I can no longer receive anything from that page. So, I will be using this page from now on. Thank you, all!

Valar's Blessings,

Lady Taniara of Imladris,

Eldest Daughter of Lord Elrond

#new blog #middle earth #lord elrond #blog #elrond peredhel #elves #new page #same me #oc blog #original character

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thestaroffeanor · 11 months

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Not feeling quite creative, so I slapped some colour on a sketch :) Sunshine Lian is best Lian :D

#my art #tolkien oc #lian peredhel #tolkien #lotr #oc

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arofili · 2 years

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Cause and Consequence || Chapter 7

Rýndil Amdirfael has always been different from the people of Brethil, but with every year that passes those differences become more apparent. Caught between the worlds of elves and men, Rýndil struggles to find a place for themself in a world unprepared for the consequences of their existence.

Chapter 7: A battle and a confrontation.

slightly belated update for @tolkienocweek!! this chapter has been a looong time in the making, I hope you enjoy!!!

START AT CHAPTER 1!

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Rating: T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rýndil (OC) & Sons of Fëanor Characters: Rýndil (OC), Tallagar (dog OC), Sons of Fëanor (particularly Celegorm and Caranthir) Word count: 3.2k

READ CHAPTER 7 ON AO3!

#tolkienocweek #silm #silmarillion #halenthir #halenthir baby oc #oc ryndil #oc tallagar #silm oc #peredhel oc #feanorians #sons of feanor #caranthir #celegorm #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #cause and consequence #chapter 7

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Snapdragons -Teaser

Description: Elrond wishes to marry Maeria, but she cannot choose between the man she loves and the one who raised her.

Chapter 2

Elrond’s eyes were focused on her, a slight bounce in his steps. He stopped them and turned towards her, a soft smile on his face. “I have something I wish to ask of you.”

She tilted her head, a curious look in her eyes. “Oh?”

“It is quite serious, and I fear you may find it a bit rash.” There was a nervousness to his smile that set her senses on high alert.

Do not let yourself be pulled in too deep dear sister, there are depths that even I will not be able to pull you from without suspicion.

“Elrond? Have you gotten into the Dwarven ale again?” She teased lightly, smiling at him.

He shook his head. “No, my thoughts are as clear as the rivers of Valinor.”

Maeria laughed and allowed his to take her hand and place it against his heart.

Elrond looked at her for a moment, then spoke. “You are a beauty, plucked from the mortal lands and refined in the mines of Moria, I have searched and found that only mithril mimics the shine of your smile.”

She ducked her head and smiled, he gently lifted her chin.

“Your mind is delightful, I am always in anticipation of your next words, or to obtain your thoughts on a subject, no matter how trivial that subject may seem to others—“

“You are too kind.” She said, cutting him off.

“No, it is you, who is too kind. I have seen you wrestle two dwarven children while keeping the entire dwarven royal family calm in a time of great stress.”

He covered her hand with his. “And you are strong, stronger than a mountain, stubborn as a mule and you—you are my starlight, my closet companion, please…Maeria, say you will marry me.”

She watched as waited for her answer, his expression earnest and open, eyes full of optimism.

She placed her free hand over her own heart, tears brimming in her eyes. “I am nothing. A peredhel with a mortal mother, and no standing. Elrond, I have nothing to my name.”

Tears fell down her cheek and she did not reach to wipe them away.

“To wed me would be a fall from grace in the eyes of your people.” She said, letting out a shaky breath. “I love you more than anything, but I cannot doom you to a life of disgrace.”

Elrond shook his head. “It will not be, I swear it to you. I am Herald of the King, my father the evening star. It does not matter who you are, or what you have to your name, for you have my heart and that is enough for me.”

Maeria closed her eyes, tears collecting on her lashes. “Please, do not ask this of me.”

His free hand wiped away her tears. “My love, do not fear what others will say, I will not take their words to heart, and neither should you.”

I am in too deep.

She kept her eyes closed and took a calming breath. “You have my heart; it will always be yours. I could no sooner carve your name into it than my heart would already know its owner.”

His hand, calloused from writing, caressed her cheek. “Then allow me to declare our love, for all to hear.”

“I cannot.” She whispered, all but wincing when his touch left her. “I am sorry, but I cannot, no matter how much I long to.”

His lips brush against hers gently, fleetingly. It is an acknowledgment and a farewell, a parting touch that will linger there for eternity, as if he’d burned her.

She doesn’t open her eyes until the sound of his footsteps disappear.

Once she does, she collapses, the soft grass cushioning the fall to her knees. She buries her face in her hands and sobs. Her shoulders shake as she bends under the weight of her grief. Her hair falling forward and brushing against the flowers.

“Oh, sister, I warned you.” His voice is kind, not angry like she feared, and his hand is warm upon her back. He crouches down beside her. “We must leave, Mordor awaits.”

She raises her head and takes his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. “Did I do well?” She asked, feeling like a child again, so small and broken standing beside him.

He bends to kiss her forehead, pride in his dark eyes. “You did excellent.”

#rings of power #rop fanfiction #elrond x reader #elrond x oc #ROP Elrond #young elrond #Snapdragons #meg's writing #italics is another language #I just haven’t figured out which one yet #elrond peredhel #elrond rop #rings of power fanfiction #elrond

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thesummerestsolstice · 2 months

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Part two of my series on Rivendell's resident guards. This post is about one of Thingol's old bodyguards and how she came to live in Rivendell. Here's part one, about the Feanorian lieutenant Hrivossa.

Thingol's Old Bodyguard: Celecoll

The name means "Silver Cloak;" she got it as an adult for being basically a shadow for Thingol and stopped using her other name (which she'd never been fond of) after that

She was born a bit after the Journey to Valinor, among the part of the Teleri that stayed behind

Her earliest years were spent being harassed by Morgoth's forces, one of her first memories is the day Thingol and Melian appeared in the Teleri camp to lead them to the peace and safety of Doriath

Ever since that moment, she's wanted to dedicate her life to the Sindarin king

As a young adult, she fought in many battles at Thingol's side before the girdle was ingrained enough to keep Doriath hidden, making her something of a war hero to the Sindar

She's deadly with about half a dozen weapons, and when she wasn't serving as a bodyguard, she often kept her skills sharp by ensuring that none of Morgoth's forces even thought about getting near the girdle

Still, after the girdle was established, she rarely ventured far out of it

She fully trusted Thingol and Melian's judgement on who should and shouldn't be into Doriath, so while she felt some sympathy for those who were turned away, she thought it was for the greater good

Now she had very little sympathy for the Noldor; murderers who showed up in Beleriand after thousands of years only to (in her mind) immediately antagonize Morgoth and start demanding Thingol risk the lives of everyone in Doriath to help them on their borderline insane mission to defeat a literal god

She saw herself as a protector, and was generally a gentle, kind soul with the Iathrim, always happy to spend a day helping some of her people plant that season's crops, or teaching some elflings basic swordplay (safely, of course)

But she had a very binary "us" and "them" view of the world, so the sense of responsibility she felt towards the Iathrim didn't extend to the other peoples of Middle-Earth

She didn't like Thingol asking for the Silmaril, but that was more because she thought Luthien should be able to marry when she wanted than because she had any moral qualms about Thingol taking the Silmaril and not giving it to the Noldor

Though she did notice that the Silmaril had some... worrying effects on him after he got it

Sometimes, he would spend days locked in his vault looking at it, and she'd have to pull him out to get him to eat and sleep

Still, as worried as she was, it was clear to her that Thingol wanted the Silmaril, that it made him happy, and she refused to go behind her king's back, even when some of her fellow guards wanted to

I mean, Doriath is still thriving– what's the problem if he spends more time out of the public eye? What harm could it cause?

Things continued like this right up until Thingol died as a direct result of the Silmaril, shortly followed by Melian forsaking Middle-Earth

This was an earth-shattering event for Celecoll

Her king, who she dedicated her whole life too, just died a pointless death on one of the few days she was not around to protect him, because of something she chose not to do and now the queen she put so much faith in is gone and so is the girdle

Lots of the Iathrim look to her to try and fix things, because she was still a hero for many of them

She handled this about as well as you would expect

By which I mean she packed her weapons and exiles herself out of guilt and the feeling that she'd horribly failed her kind and people and needed to do penance

As for how she eventually meets Elrond and moves to Rivendell, that's a story for part three

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #silm oc #doriath #thingol #melian #elrond #elrond peredhel #rivendell

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raointean · 9 months

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Day 7 - Free Day

Zîranû huffed out a sigh of boredom. He had entered Ost-in-Edhil with his clan; his descendant, Rahatzagar, leading him by the hand. Unfortunately, the boy had gotten distracted, no doubt by the tall buildings and strange people, and they had been separated.

Now Zîranû was lost, blind, and alone in a foreign city full of elves. He didn't trust elves, no one he knew did, but he was beginning to think he may need to ask one for help.

Just as he was beginning to consider calling out for help, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Are you in need of assistance, iphandîr?” The voice was that of a man, a young one if Zîranû were to guess, and kind as sunlight on a breezy summer day.

“I do,” Zîranû admitted. “My guide seems to have become distracted and I am afraid I am quite lost.”

The man chuckled and helped him up. “Yes, the city is vast. To where were you going? Perhaps I can lead you the rest of the way?" There was no hint of the malice or mean-spirited trickery that Zîranû had half expected to hear in the man's voice. Instead, there was only an earnest desire to be of assistance.

"The marketplace," Zîranû said. "I am sure you have heard that my people have come to sell our luminous wool?”

“I have!” The man laughed brightly. “Come, the market is not far. My name is Elrond, by the way.”

Elrond handed Zîranû his walking stick, which had been leaned up against the wall beside him, and led him into the streets. “I am Zîranû, and I thank you for your help. I sat there for quite some time and I do not think anyone noticed I was there.” He did not mention that he had wished to avoid notice, but it was strange to him that no one had even acknowledged him.

A hum drew him from his thoughts. “It is likely they did notice,” Elrond said. “Elves do not experience old age, so they may have thought that you were simply resting.”

“They? Are you yourself not an elf?” He certainly spoke like one. But, Zîranû supposed, Ost-in-Edhil was a great city. Perhaps Men lived here. Elrond was certainly too tall to be a dwarf.

Elrond was silent for a moment. “No. No, I am peredhel.”

“Oh!” A grin split across Zîranû’s face. “Which clan are you from? I do not believe we have met before and I am sure I’ve never heard your name.”

“I… do not belong to any particular clan.” Well that was certainly interesting. Most peredhel babies born outside a clan were abandoned by their mothers or killed by the fearful ignorance of those around them. But then, those children were usually born the bastards of mannish mothers. Zîranû had never heard of a child with an elvish mother and a mannish father. Who could say how such a situation would play out.

“As the herald of High King Gil-Galad,” Elrond continued. “I live among the elves as one of them.”

“Ah, well that sounds like a nice job, young man.” Zîranû had no idea what a herald actually did, but if he worked under the king it was probably a decent position at least.

Elrond laughed. “It is, though I am certainly not a young man. I have lived many more centuries than you yourself in all likelihood.”

“That may be!” Zîranû countered. “But I would guess that I have lived more life. I have loved, lost, and loved again. I have watched my children grow up and have children of their own, and their children after that, and their children after that! I shouted to the sky and demanded the stars tell me my place in the world. When I had seen all I wished to see of this world, I chose to grow old and pass on to the next.”

Elrond was silent for a moment and when he spoke, his voice was thick with emotion. “My brother said much the same before he… departed. I did not understand his words at all then, but I think I have grown to understand their meaning now.”

Zîranû was about to offer his condolences when they were interrupted by the shrill voice of a boy. “Eithweg! There you are! I’ve been looking, but I could not find you and I’m so sorry I left you alone! I promise I did not mean to! It was just- there were so many people and buildings and I-”

“Peace, Rahatzagar. I am well. I even made a new friend!”

#racesofringsofpowerweek2023 #elrond peredhel #various ocs #ost-in-edhil #lord of the rings: rings of power #fanfiction #discussions of mortality

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Butterfly Dating

Summery: Glorfindel takes Lindir to a first date in Imladris' butterfly garden Lindir didn't even know existed and one came and landed on his noise, and Elrond is spying on there first date worrying if it's good for Lindir that the golden warrior loves him so much

Oc Introduction: Eirian of Gondolin (I'll make a page about him later and link it)

Pairing: Lindir x Glorfindel

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings thought some fluff would cheer you up | @elablackcat my partner in crime coming up with ideas for this fic

Soft golden light of late afternoon made way through the archways of the last homely house, it was awfully quite, everyone was still tired after last nights festivities in the hall of fire, few elves roamed the grounds most of them were tired guards who miss the festivities who just got back from there patrol and were changing shifts, Erestor was wide awake in the library given he did not go, even Lord Elrond was having a slow day today, dealing with elves from the greenwood is much harder work than you would of thought, most of the elves from the greenwood were passed out drunk somewhere or another.

Lindir sighed shaking his head as he cleared the empty bottles of wine and glasses from the hall of fire, Glorfindel bounded through the door as energetic as ever.

"Lindir just the ellon I was looking for" The rather cranky elf this day glanced to Glorfindel

"I am clearly very busy at the moment my lord Glorfindel" Lindir said Glorfindel hmmed in displeasure.

"I am sure the staff can clear this up" Glorfindel said looking around wine bottles and empty glass were laying on the floor and tables some even had spilled, the tapestry's and banners that once hang grand in place were now not aligned some even had passed out elves at the bottom of them.

"I am the staff, or well the only one awake the rest are passed out with there mirkwood friends" Lindir said

"You need a break, this is supposed to be your day off take it, leave this mess for them to wake up to and deal with I doubt you want to be moving passed out elves all day to set stuff back in place" Glorfindel said Lindir hmmed that did sound nice, would Lord Elrond punish him probably not, would Erestor maybe.

"If Erestor gives you crap I'll say it was my suggestion, come spend what we have left of the day with me little songbird" Glorfindel said Lindir's ears turned pink at the new nickname the lord gave him.

"What did you have in mind" Lindir questioned.

"Well first I wanna play a prank on Aran Thranduil, Eirian played it on me once in Gondolin, it hurt a lot but it only seems right for what he did" Glorfindel said looking around

"I don't think we sh-" Lindir stopped as Glorfindel grabbed his wrist and started walking explaining the prank, the pink dusting on his ears slowly turned red and spread, soon Glorfindel had situated a small table which he stole from the library a few months back for his office and sat a plant on it.

"Are you sure we should use master Erestor's most prized plant to do this" Lindir said as Glorfindel set some books on the table.

"Just watch he doesn't wake up, I do not want to start a war due to this, you know how overdramatic this drama queen is" Glorfindel said

"I don't think this is the best idea, you should leave Elrond's twins to the pranks" Lindir said Glorfindel let out a laugh

"Never now come on, I want to get to the butterfly house before sunset, don't want them to go to sleep before we arrive" Glorfindel said Lindir followed the lord given the passed out king one more glance

"This Eirian was Evil" Lindir said in concern Glorfindel laughed

"Eirian had a good heart, he was a good man and an even better marksman and warrior" Glorfindel said

"What happened to him" Lindir questioned Glorfindel

"He went to buy us time he faced down both Morgoth and that snake Salgant the stupid traitor, the battle was great i could see it as I was falling, Darkness and Light clashing against each other but he was weakened from the Balrogs and fire drakes he had already fought, I could see the light grow dim and the darkness over take" Glorfindel said

"I'm sorry for asking" Lindir said

"It's my fault for turning it dark I am sorry" Glorfindel said his light and cheerfulness coming back to him Lindir had to admit Glorfindel was scary when he was angry or sad.

"Where is this butterfly house and how did I not know about it" Lindir said

"It's just a bit further, and Erestor made it no one knows I only know because I followed him here once, he got annoyed when he found out though" Glorfindel said as he moved a branch out the way, Lindir could see a round glass house, it had plants hiding it but there was a clean path to it, Glorfindel followed him to it and opened the door and closed it after him.

Glorfindel smiled as he saw the awe on Lindir's face maybe it was due to the butterflies or the fact Erestor kept them, or because of him Glorfindel did not know but he enjoyed seeing the look of pure happiness on Lindir's face, A Blue spotted Charaxes landed on his nose he gently placed his finger behind it to pick it up, he smiled at the butterfly it looked like his friend Ecthelion it flew away turning his attention back to Lindir who was looking at his nose standing very still, a swallowtail had landed on his noise it was one of Glorfindel's favourite butterflies that Erestor kept.

Lindir's eyes widened and though he tried to stay collected, his expression was clearly very, very uncomfortable, not that he was scared of it, he was nervous he might hurt it or do something wrong, Glorfindel chuckled as he watched Lindir neither had noticed the Lord which had followed them, Glorfindel held his finger out and the butterfly came onto it which made it fly off as Glorfindel kissed Lindir's nose.

"You are the most beautiful butterfly in this house" Glorfindel said Lindir had turned red yet again, He's cute when he blushes Glorfindel thought

"are you okay do you have a fever" Glorfindel said placing his hand to Lindir's forehead

"I though I was a songbird" Lindir said making Glorfindel laugh

"you mean everything in this world to me, so you'll get all the nicknames I sees fit, if you turn anymore red the butterflies will think you are the most beautiful rose in the gardens and come and land on you my little swallowtail" Glorfindel said with a laugh, Lindir really was like a cat to a sunray with Glorfindel.

"Your staring are you okay" Glorfindel asked the flustered elf who whacked his chest

"Why do you have to have everything, your adorable, your hot, Gi Melin Hîr nin Glorfindel" Lindir said frustrated and looking away, it had been a long time coming with lots of encouragement from Elrond and Elladan, Lindir scrunched his eyes shut expecting to hear Glorfindel walk away, the blond lord ducked down and to were Lindir's face was and cupped his face and placed a kiss on Lindir's lips, making his eyes shoot open in shock.

"Gi Melin ana Songbird, I thought you were taking my hints to show you that I wanted to court you" Glorfindel said

"I thought it was some cruel prank" Lindir said Glorfindel laughed

"No why would it be, I may prank people, but I don't play with feelings, so we are courting now" Glorfindel said not taking a no for an answer after Lindir just confessed to him

"That means I can hug you whenever and wherever i want" Glorfindel said Lindir sighed Glorfindel would scare him with hugs from now on instead of jumping him with complements

"I suppose it does" Lindir said rubbing his arm in awkwardness

"Same goes with kisses, I can kiss all your freckles now and tell you how the reflected the stars and varda painted them carefully onto you" Glorfindel said Lindir started stuttering at the blond who picked him up with ease and span him around before setting the poor minstrel down and kissing him again.

Elrond sighed in worry is it really good for Lindir that the golden warrior loves him so much the poor elf was overwhelmed by even knowing the legendary warrior and now he was courting the warrior, Elrond was happy for them but he really could not help but worry for Lindir, besides Lindir flustered easily he would be so flustered every time Glorfindel did something and that can't be good for you can it.

"Oh the sun is setting, come on we can reach it before the sun sets fully I have to show you Erestor's favourite place, it's amazing" Glorfindel said grabbing Lindir's hand.

Lindir and Glorfindel ended there day at the waterfall with bioluminescent algae, the blond decided against asking Lindir for a swim it was to early in there courtship for that to even be appropriate to ask and Lindir would be to flustered he would break so they settled for putting there legs in the pool and watching the algae look like thousands of stars after the sunset.

"I enjoyed today, thank you for talking me out of my job my lord" Lindir said

"Still with the rank even if we are courting, you can call me Glorfindel or Glorf if you want songbird" Glorfindel said as he put his arm around Lindir the ellon leaned into Glorfindel.

"I'll try and get used to calling you just Glorfindel" Lindir said saying Glorfindel slowly without the lord testing the waters.

~Bonus~

Thranduil groaned as he arouse from his slumber he sat up hitting his head against the table above him he glared up at it and slide himself out from underneath it, Meludir and Elros who were passing started giggling at there king

"Was this your doing" Thranduil asked the two shrugged

"We do not know who placed that there Aran-nin" Elros said, Elladan came racing around the corner dragging Legolas

"Awwww we missed it, I told you we would" Elladan said looking to Legolas

"It's not my fault Galion wanted me for something, you could of stayed here alone but no you just had to come with me" Legolas said

"Come on it would of been funny" Elladan said

"It was indeed" Meludir said getting a glare from Thranduil and Elros elbowed him in the side

"Did you do this" Thranduil asked

"No but I wish I did" Elladan said

"I guess whoever did this will remain a mystery" Feren said making the group jump

"How long have you been there" Elladan asked

"For quite a while actually" Feren said

"You two will be cleaning the stables for 100 years when we get back for laughing" Thranduil said the twos jaws dropped

"That's not far we didn't do it" Meludir said Elros however knew better than to fight it, he watched as Meludir followed the king and his sentence got upped to 1000 years until he gave up.

Feren chuckled "Do you know who did it please say you do" Elladan said Feren shook his head

"Glorfindel did it" Erestor said coming out of the conjoining hallway

"How did you know that" Feren questioned

"He stole that table and that plant from me a few months ago, I left the plant in the hallway were he left it but the table is from his office, besides it has his name written all over it metaphorically at least" Erestor said setting the plant back and taking the table

Elvish Translation:

Gi Melin Hîr nin - I love you my lord

Gi Melin ana - i love you to

Aran nin - my king

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