#silmarillion writers' guild

[intensionsuspension]

Apparently Celegorm and Finrod were the same character at one point earlier in Tolkien’s works and honestly it explains so much about the things I found odd/strange about Beren and Luthien/The Lay of Leithian in the broader context of the Silmarillion.

I find the idea of this proto-Celegorm/Finrod being forced to choose between two simultaneous and contradictory oaths to be extremely compelling. In a way I’m kind of sad that Tolkien didn’t stick with it, but I also love both Celegorm and Finrod as characters independently and it’s hard to imagine the Silmarillion without Finrod proper. However this definitely explains where the werewolf throat removal idea came from.

I attached the article by Dawn Felagund from the Silmarillion Writer’s Guild below.

#silmarillion #beren and luthien #luthien #finrod #celegorm #lay of leithian #silmarillion writers' guild #silmarillion meta #finrod felagund

[nothinghereisworking]

Matryoshkha-inspired art for the SWG Meet & Greet Challenge

Doors of Durin, Celebrimbor, and Narvi. This was inspired by the collaborative nature of the challenge and was used as the banner art.

Ink and watercolor on paper.

 Eol, Aredhel, and Maeglin (and his pet mole).  This was for the International Fanworks stamp.

Ink and watercolor on paper.

To fit the Meet & Greet challenge, I picked some famous "meetings" out of the Silmarillion to depict. These were for the creator and comment stamps

In order of largest to smallest: 

Thingol and Melian meeting in Nan Elmoth Finrod finding the Beorians and playing to them as they slept Oromë finding the awakened Elves at Cuivienen Beren seeing Luthien dancing in Doriath

Ink and watercolor on paper

#artist: cuarthol #tolkien fanart #doors of durin #celebrimbor #narvi #eol #aredhel #maeglin #thingol #melian #finrod #edain #orome #quendi #luthien #beren #matryoshka dolls #silmarillion writers' guild

[grey-gazania-fic]

Fouled Water

(Caranthir, rated G)

The moment Caranthir had seen Maedhros’ map of East Beleriand, he had known why his eldest brother was sending him to Thargelion. It was a banishment of sorts; save for Ossiriand to the south, where their youngest brothers would be safer and of better use, Thargelion was the furthest from Dorthonion, and thus the furthest from Angrod and Aegnor.

Caranthir knew it was his own fault for lashing out at Angrod during that ill-fated council meeting, though he was too proud to ever admit it aloud. He’d made a mess of things, and Maedhros’ rebuke, though firm, hadn’t been enough to salvage the situation. But it was just so difficult to stay calm around Finarfin’s children -- all of them, really, but Angrod in particular. Being in a room with him was like being pummeled by something sharp and hard, like the hailstones that sometimes fell in Mithrim’s chill northern winters, and Caranthir could stand it for only so long.

You don’t understand, he wanted to say to Maedhros. I didn’t ask to be this way. I didn’t ask to feel what everyone around me feels. If I could change it, don’t you think I would? But he held his tongue. His brother had enough things to worry about, and Caranthir couldn’t help feeling guilty that he had added yet more weight to Maedhros’ burdens. So he accepted Thargelion without complaint. At least the place had a lake, which was more than could be said for any of his brothers’ lands.

Though Caranthir loved to swim, he’d never cared for the ocean. It was too salty, too gritty, too abrasive, and the violence of the sea during their voyage in the stolen swanships still haunted him. He’d been certain that he would be shipwrecked and drowned in the briny depths, as had happened to so many of his father’s followers. Even now, he half wondered if Uinen might rise against Fëanor’s sons in wrath once more if they ventured to the coast.

But Helevorn was utterly unlike the ocean. Though strong winds could raise swells on its surface, when the air was calm, the lake was as smooth and still as the glass for which it was named. And though it was dark and deep -- so deep that he’d run out of rope on his first attempt to measure it -- the water was pleasingly cool and clear. Floating on his back, hearing nothing but the peeping of the sandpipers and the plaintive call of the nearby loons, he finally felt at peace.

Now his lake is dead. Some foul concoction of Morgoth’s has turned the water murky and acidic. The weeds have withered, and putrid fish and the feathered carcasses of birds bob on the surface, floating between patches of burning oil. His fortress on Mount Rerir, too, is in flames, but his eyes sting more for the loss of Helevorn.

It’s the smoke, he tells himself, though he knows it’s a lie. It’s just the smoke irritating your eyes.

Blinking away the tears, he turns his horse to the south. There is no one left to wait for. Everyone who could escape Morgoth’s deadly host has already fled, making their way to Ossiriand with all haste. Only Caranthir and his rear guard remain.

“Move out,” he orders, his voice rough from the smoke. “There’s nothing more we can do here.”

He leads his soldiers in their retreat, and he doesn’t look back.

#caranthir #dagor bragollach #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion writers' guild #silm fic #silmfic #tolkien fanfic #tolkien #silmarillion

[silmarillionwritersguild]

The Tengwar are one of the delights of visiting Middle-earth as a fan of Tolkien's work. Whether a serious student of the letters; dabbling with them, Appendix open, on a lazy afternoon; or simply admiring the way they flow across a title page (or the One Ring …), most Tolkien fans find them beautiful and packed with meaning beyond what it seems should be contained within a single letter.

This month (and a bit beyond!), we will feature a prompt per day taken from the Tengwar chart. The prompt will include a graphic of the tengwa and its name in Quenya and English. You can use any part of the prompt: the tengwa itself, the name, the English translation, the graphic, or some other creative interpretation we haven't even dreamed up yet! You may do as many or as few of the daily prompts as you would like. One prompt is worth as much as challenging yourself to do them all, so work at the level and pace that is comfortable for you. (However, there may be a special reward for anyone ambitious enough to try them all!) Tengwar prompts can be found here.

Prompts will be posted daily at midnight UTC on our website, Tumblr, Dreamwidth, and the #monthly-challenges channel on our Discord. You do not need to do the prompt on the day it was posted; you can go back and do prompts you missed or do them out of order.

In honor of Poetry Month, we will have a special stamp for fanworks that are or include poetry. In order to receive a stamp for your fanwork, your response must be posted to the archive on or before 15 June 2024. Note that the deadline is a month later than usual since the challenge runs longer than usual. For complete challenge guidelines, see the Challenges page on our website.

Thank you to Cuarthol and Anérea for the gorgeous banners and stamps this month!

#tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion writers' guild #swg challenge #swg tengwar challenge

[maedhrosiseverything2me]

(mae sitting alone peacefully)

Y/N: umm... is that seat taken:)?

Maedhros:.... that's my lap.

Y/N: I know (smiles innocently)

Maedhros:*smirking while tapping on his lap* come here you little sh!t.

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Y/N:

ME:...

#y/n you b!tch you have everything I wanted #maedhros #maedhros x y/n #maedhros x reader #middle earth #silmarillion shitpost #silmarillion #tolkien elves #silmarillion writers' guild

[silmarillionwritersguild-art]

The @silmarillionwritersguild is excited to introduce a new column in our newsletter: Tolkien Fanartics. This art-oriented column will take a closer look at Tolkien fan art, featuring interviews with artists, analysis of Tolkien's art, fan art studies, inspiration, tips and techniques, and more.

We very much encourage guest writers and/or artists as well. If you'd like to contribute, or if there's a particular artist or topic you'd like to see featured, please feel free to send a direct message to Anérea via this Tumblr.

Our first feature will be an interview with @arlenianchronicles, so watch for it in the March 18 newsletter!

If you'd like to get our weekly newsletter in your inbox with articles and news from in and beyond the SWG, you can subscribe to the newsletter here.

#swg newsletter #swg art #silmarillion writers' guild #signal boost #tolkien fanart #tolkien art #silmarillion fanart #silmarillion art #silm art

[ladysternchen]

Betrayal-Again part 2

Lúthien whirled around, but her thoughts whirled faster. Daeron had betrayed her. He had truly betrayed her trust a second time, something so painful that she could not allow herself to think about it just now. All her hatred was instead focused on the elf before her, her own father. Fleetingly, she thought of the knife that hung by her side. He would not expect that, and would not defend himself if that meant harming her, either. One quick stab, almost painless, and then, you see, I am the one to make the rules, and can do as I please. The next moment had her stumble back, appalled by her own thoughts. Had she truly come so far as to think of murdering her closest kin? She, who had grieved for cousins she had never known, and whole-heartedly shared her father’s and uncle’s hatred towards the kinslayers? Had she just now truly considered killing her sire? Daeron, clearly seeking to steady her, placed his hands on her back, and she snarled at him. “Don’t touch me! You… I loved you, ever! Since we were elflings, you were my very best friend. I were ever dear to me as a brother. I trusted you. I forgave you. I thought you cared for me, truly cared for me.” “I do, Lúthien, I care for you more than I care for my own life…” he pleaded, but Lúthien wouldn’t even let him finish, drowning his words in a derisive laugh.  “Sure. Just as much as my dear father, ey?”  Once more, she turned to the King, who stood still as a statue, his expression impossible to read even for Lúthien.  “I know you are angry, and also how unjust this must feel to you, but you need to see sense. I don’t know what this human did to you to make you act…” Again, Lúthien’s hand longed for the hilt of the knife. “What he did to me? Did to me? You…”  But words failed her, indignation striking her momentarily dumb. Again, her father spoke, just as evenly as before. “You will not go after Beren. He knows the task. If he indeed is the man he believes himself to be, than he will be true to his oath.” “And you think you will hinder me? The daughter of Melian the Maia?” Lúthien thought she saw her father wince ever so slightly at her words, but if so, he swiftly recovered. “You will not leave my realm. Ai Lúthien, do not make me lead you back to Menegroth like a prisoner…” She laughed mirthlessly. “Like the prisoner I am, you mean?” “If there is no other way in which I can keep my only child safe, then yes.” Silence spiralled horribly between them, until finally, Lúthien broke it. “Fine then.” she said, tears of anger and despair falling from her eyes. “I shall bow to the law of the King. Put me in chains, if you will, and watch me bleed to death from the hurt you have inflicted upon me. But make no mistake, lord, you will bleed with me, for I am your daughter no longer!” She meant to wound as much as she possibly could, and it pleased her greatly that she knew her words to find their mark. As for Daeron… she turned once more, surveying the minstrel haughtily. “Get yourself gone from under my eyes, Daeron. Once and for all.” And with that, she followed the king back to Menegroth in silence, her heart aching as never before. She had finally lost them all.

#part 2 #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion writers' guild #june challenge #secret gate #matryoshka #the tale of beren and lúthien #lúthien tinúviel #daeron #elu thingol #doriath #betrayal #again #chapter five part 2 #final chapter

[eilinelsghost]

Plopping this in here once more for the evening crowd.

Part 04 of Atandil is now up on both AO3 and SWG:

Read on AO3

Read on SWG

#finrod #bëor #balan #barahir #orodreth #tolkien #tolkien fanfic #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #silmarillion writers' guild #my fic #fic rec

[anerea-lantiria]

Manwë’s Mailbag Silmarillion Writers’ Guild Nov-Dec-Jan Challenge.

I’m so enjoying creating postcard prompts for this challenge and just had to share one:

More info on the  Manwë's Mailbag challenge is here: https://www.silmarillionwritersguild.org/taxonomy/term/1761

And although backs are not required, I felt like turning this one into a “real” postcard, with a quote from the Athrabeth (and a stamp from Ladros):

“In dream, many desires are revealed; and desire may be the last flicker of Estel.”

#silmarillion writers' guild #swg #swg challenge #signal boost #manwe's mailbag #postcard

[glitterygolem]

#polls #fanfiction #fanfiction archives #fandom #there was also a tiny criminal minds archive and a tiny lj smith archive I frequented in 2009 #and of course I was a regular ffnet and lj user until about 2013 #when I migrated over to ao3 #with a sprinkling of dreamwidth #I also liked this time round but that was more of a collection of dw works from a set fanfiction universe #for reference I am 27 and have been heavily in fandom since 2009 although I was casually browsing a bit in 2008 #please reblog #twisting the hellmouth #henneth annûn #teaspoon #a teaspoon and an open mind #Elfwood #Sumopaint #Silmarillion writers guild

[hhimring]

Stamps for January to May above, stamps for June to December below.

SWG Monthly Challenge stamps, with much thanks to their talented creators.

Some of these are comment stamps. There were plenty of great challenge responses to read and comment on last year.

You can get a better view of the stamps on my profile page at the Silmarillion Writers Guild, which will also allow you to click through to other writers' challenge responses (and my own).

#swg #silmarillion writers guild #art recs #fic recs

[statuesquueart]

Did Andromeda know that the sea was haunted That her beauty was a curse?

Silmariën and Isilmë, from the wise and the lovely.

For SWG @silmarillionwritersguild ‘s Jubilee challenge (March 2019: Hidden Figures). View the art and read it here!

#silmarien #isilme #numenor #silmariën #isilmë #númenor #tolkien #lotr #silm #silmarillion #silm art #tolkien art #ladies of tolkien #swg #silmarillion writers guild #silmarillion art #silm fanart #tolkien fanart #lis tag

[nothinghereisworking]

For One Year, One Day, of the Flame

Posted to SWG @silmarillionwritersguild for Middle-earth Is Multitudes challenge, combining prompts: elderly characters, women, and characters of color

Rated: T Category: M/F Characters: Aegnor, Andreth Wordcount: 1,777

Andreth prepares for the approach of midwinter, while Aegnor seeks to right a choice from long ago, before it is too late.

I mean... it could have happened.  Just because history did not record it doesn't mean it didn't.

#author: cuarthol #aegnor #andreth #old!andreth #elder positivity #canon adjacent #silmarillion writers' guild #writing prompts

[grey-gazania-fic]

A Momentary Pause in the Act of Death

Curufin at the Second Kinslaying. Rated T.

It wasn't supposed to end like this. Crumpled on the cold stone of Menegroth, now stained and sticky with blood, his blood, so much blood. No Silmaril to be found, and every breath sending stabbing pains through his chest and gut and oh Atar, Atar I'm sorry; we've failed you.

"Curvo?"

Gentle hands, warm hands, one at his back and one on his hair, and the hiss of breath drawn in through clenched teeth when Makalaurë saw the slash across his torso. Soft voice, not suited to Kanafinwë – "I'm here, brother. Shh."

"Cold." Mumbling, lightheaded and thirsty, he closed his eyes to block the light – had it grown harsher, colder, brighter? This was wrong; they'd lost the stone (oh, Atar), and fear threaded its way through the pain as he shivered. The Void was waiting, cold and black and empty; he clutched weakly at his brother, trying to focus on his words, but all was fog and meaningless sounds and shallow, painful breaths. The cold snaked up his body, tugging him relentlessly toward the Dark, until the only warmth in the world was Makalaurë's hands. A breath, and another, and another, and even that faded; he could fight the cold no longer, and fell limp and still against his brother as it claimed him.

Makalaurë wiped futilely at his tears, cradled his little brother against his chest, and went to lay him with the others.

#character death cw #curufin #curufinwe #curufinwë #doriath #second kinslaying #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fic #silmarillion writers' guild #silmfic #tolkien fanfic #tolkien #silmarillion

[silmarillionwritersguild]

Pythagoras called the number three the noblest of all digits. Certainly, language, religion, myth, history, literature, and popular culture are littered with things that come in threes. The legendarium is no exception. Three is a powerful number in Tolkien's world, and like the Primary World, there are many examples in Middle-earth that come in threes. (The word "three" is mentioned fifty-nine times in The Silmarillion!)

For this month's challenge, we gathered 130 prompts that occur in sets of three. You can select any prompt (or prompts!) from our list to inspire or incorporate in your fanwork. Note that some prompts may have multiple meanings or interpretations. When this is the case, you can choose whatever interpretation you want to use.

We also craft our March challenge to integrate with other challenges and events (traditionally Back to Middle-earth Month!), so this is a good time for a reminder that our challenges can be combined with other events.

In order to receive a stamp for your fanwork, your response must be posted to the archive on or before 15 April 2024. For complete challenge guidelines, see the Challenges page on our website.

Thank you to @independence1776 for this month's lovely stamps and banner!

#tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion writers' guild #swg challenge #swg it comes in threes

[maedhrosiseverything2me]

I'm gonna cry so ugly because WHY THERE IS SO FEW FICS ABOUT THE ELVES FROM THE FIRST AGE!!

Like come on Legolas, thranduil, elrond fics are far to much, make a change go for other elves of the first age, not that I hate the third age but the first one is more exciting and has more events!.

third age fics is all about the destruction of the one ring and how Y/N helped with it and in the end she end up with either Legolas or Haldir..

The valar liked Y/N and be like *I like you, I'll put you in the most dangerous event in the third age so you can help them* PLZ STOP THIS AGHHH.

It's a fictional world you can change whatever in your characters , make your OCs different like change them, change their appearance change their kind like make them skin changers, some other mythical creatures, even vampires!! LIKE IMAGINE A CHARACTER WHO IS REINCARNATED IN ARDA FIRST AGE AS A VAMPIRE! (vampires were bad and dangerous creatures back then and everyone hates them) wouldn't that be some different?!

I just want to see some action and events in the first age I'm sick of the third age.

Lastly, I apologize for my frustration, don't mind me I'm just an average silm fan who wants some more fics about silm world 🥹.

#silmarillion #silm #silmarillion writers' guild #silm fic #the silm #the silmarillion #lotr elves #silm elves #middle earth #middle earth x reader