#silmarillion writing

[kitcat22]

Love the idea of Elrond as the most politically powerful, influential person in Lindon.

Like this man is the son of the guy who saved the world, the grandson of Idril and Tuor famed heroes, great grandson of Turgon who built a safe haven in an apocalypse and great great grandson of Fingolfin who lead the Noldor across the grinding ice. He has the gondolindrim eating out of his hand. He is their shining symbol of hope just like his father was. A bright star born in a time of darkness and terror.

He’s also the adoptive son of Maglor and Maglor. While i dont believe he’d consider himself a diehard feanorian due to all that happened, the Feanorians surrounded him during the formative years of his life and that leaves an effect on both parties. They watch him grow up and when Maedhros and Maglor die and disappear respectively, it is Elrond who is given charge of them. Elrond, who looks at them and says you have done terrible things and there is no changing that but there is a chance for you to do good now, if you will follow me then i will lead you. To them he is Maitimo before Angband and Thangorodrim. He is their kind and beautiful prince who convinced them that though their sworn leader is dead the enemy is not and there is work to be done.

Then there’s the Sindar. Elrond is just as much a symbol to them as he was to the Gondolindrim. He’s the image of Luthien come again, the scion of Thingol and Melian. He also becomes a symbol of hatred of what the Noldor took from them. A mighty empire and monarchy lost twice over. Children slain mercilessly once again. After he is returned to him is when he begins to become a much more positive figure. Their little lost prince returned to life. A symbol of unity and peace. He understands they have been wronged he too was victim to those wrongs, but it is him who convinces them that the elves cannot fight amongst themselves any longer, that they have a chance for a better world, but they must inhabit that world together.

Thats three factions of elves who adore him, not to mention his Numenorian connections. Elrond would likely never go against Gil Galad on any sort of political matter, the two of them agree on most things afterall, but if he did, i think Gil Galad would have a hard to time arguing with or refusing him, knowing just how much power Elrond has over his subjects.

#elrond peredhel #elrond #silmarillion #the silm #silm #silmarillion writing #sindar #noldor #lindon

[baliins]

some thoughts on ÍRIMË LALWEN and her youth

it’s hard being related to fëanor and then not having some issues. i feel like she’s probably the most similar to fëanor in a way. at least, out of all the children of finwë.

other elves would whisper that she seemed like an angry child. that she must not be happy in some way. she didn’t cry or throw tantrums though. and she wasn’t sullen and quiet. but there were aspects of her that would make older elves furrow their brows and take a step back from the young lalwen.

she didn’t stomp around the polished floors of the palace. after all, a lady was taught to float and to seem entirely unbound from the earth on which they stepped. but her footsteps were just disturbing enough to make finwë wince as her paces resounded past his study.

the scrape of her cutlery on fine plates is jarring to those who sit with her. she opens her a mouth a bit too much when she smiles and laughs a bit too loud. she presents herself as an entirely normal child but there are so many small eerie things that shake those around her.

she loves her family of course. even if her father is always preoccupied with his duties or he’s always checking in on fëanor and not taking many glances back at findis, nolofinwë or arafinwë. 

nolofinwë is always kind to her. he always helps her up onto her horse. he lets her sit in his room and browse through his books. he takes her into the city’s markets and lets her choose fine fabrics to her heart’s desire.

at first, she doesn’t know what to think of arafinwë. he’s younger than her. and he’s born with the same golden hair of findis and their mother. he’s always tripping over and letting out small babbling sounds that babies usually do.

later, she grows to quite like arafinwë. he’s reasonable and well-mannered. but it always irks her at how little space he seems to take up. her younger brother is perfectly content with following the will of others. he’s placated. the perfect grace and manner for a diplomatic prince. not a hair out of place, a pleasing smile and hands folded over his lap. he doesn’t scream. he doesn’t cry. he doesn’t shout.

even nolofinwë has had his frustrated moments and lalwen can hear the bang of books being thrown from his room, probably due to frustration from fëanor’s harsh words.

even findis isn’t a perfect picture. but she’s perfectly poised and a doll in the eyes of their mother and her people, the golden vanyar. she’s all coiffed sunlit hair and thick skirts that brush the floor. lalwen knows that findis can hold her temper. she has never heard findis raise her voice but what findis lacks in volume, she makes up for in her sharp, acidic tongue. lalwen likes how her older sister can quell even the sternest of arguments with a harsh bite and barely concealed frustration that can make elves take a step back.

but arafinwë just keeps that calm smile on his face and some days it makes lalwen so irrationally angry that she wants to push her perfect, happy little brother down the stairs just so she can see some real emotion from him. but she doesn’t. he’s the baby of the family and it would do no good.

lalwen hates the strict rules of society. a princess should not yell. she should not venture out beyond the borders of tirion in search of maiar. she should not come home after dark, her skirts snagged on stone and littered with small holes and loose threads. but she can tolerate that.

what she truly despises is how insignificant she feels in the grand scheme of things. well, she’s a princess. she knows the privilege she has. but what is she? what is she allowed to be, compared to mighty gods who sit in their court on taniquetil? what is she able to be and achieve?

she likes fëanor because he agrees with her. he allows her into his forges occasionally. her older brother cares little for the thoughts of others. he lets her sit at a murky looking table while he twists some contraption of wire and she talks about how she feels so confined and so angry for some reason. at everything.

fëanor looks up at her. he asks if its truly anger she’s feeling. what is she angry at? it makes lalwen pause. she doesn’t truly know if its anger. she just feels red-hot and bursting and she burns to move, to conquer, to spit out. it makes her want to put her hands in her silky black hair and tear it out and to wrench her hands into velvet skirts and rip them apart. she wants to ride a horse far away and lay on the earth and feel the heartbeat of the ground beneath her.

fëanor tells her that she’s fierce and she’s not angry. she shouldn’t punish herself for feeling that way. she’s passionate. and she knows her brother understands her. he has that knowing look in his silver-hot eyes that seem to contain a fire of their own. and lalwen knows her brother understands. they carry a similar flame and it is only after the tragedies that unfold many years later, after the death of their father, that lalwen realises that fëanor’s flame is something else entirely.

#silmarillion #tolkien #oneringnet #silmarillion writing #tolkien writing #silmarillion meta #tolkien meta #lotr writing #lotr fic #lotr meta #tolkien headcanons #silmarillion headcanons #userindomiel #anyway what even is this i got so carried away #creations #creations: writing #creations: 2022 #creations: tolkien

[obsob]

making and weaving and loving! like we have done for millennia!!

#mine #original #ough. hello. #happy new year!!!!! first drawing of th year!!!!!!!! #also LAKSBF 15k followers. hello. welcome #i taught bf how to crochet n hes making a blanket....the irl insp for this piece... #im so proud of these colours....i used an actual real life colour palette..n i think that is th way forward #also . gradient maps my beloved #why have i always refused ur warm embrace....... #dont pay attention 2 the wool bowls okay ive seen a picture of one like once #i do want one however. tho why r they so expensive #its a bowl w a hole in it. relax #ive been listening 2 the silmarillion audiobook as ive been working...i love it sm its like incomprehensible #like. idk what ur talking abt but i love it all th same!! #i tried reading it last year n was like.......okay anyway #rereading gay nuclear disaster book rn....natasha pulley would it kill u 2 write a smut scene #i want 2 see th horrible little scientist man get railed #next book after this is . 1030 pages oaodghsdugd #my goal is to read 50 books this year but i do not think that will happen bc i refuse 2 read books less than 400 pages skjdgbskjd #someone ask me about books. i have so many opinions abt books #okay good evening. i leave u w love

[tolkienillustrations]

“It [The Lord of the Rings] is finished, if still partly unrevised, and is, I suppose, in a condition which a reader could read, if he did not wilt at the sight of it…now I look at it, the magnitude of the disaster is apparent to me. My work has escaped from my control, and I have produced a monster: an immensely long, complex, rather bitter, and very terrifying romance, quite unfit for children (if fit for anybody); and it is not really a sequel to The Hobbit, but to The Silmarillion.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien to Sir Stanley Unwin, 24 February 1950

#LOTR #Silmarillion #Tolkien #quotes #Tolkien I love you so much #*writes a book that becomes known as the pinnacle of the fantasy genre* “this is a disaster” #“quite unfit for children (if fit for anybody)” #how do I communicate to Tolkien's ghost that LOTR and the Silmarillion are both my favorite books?!?!?

[overthinkinglotr]

Has read the Silmarillion and enjoyed it: Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Frodo, Sam, Faramir Has read the Silmarillion and hated it: Gimli Hasn't read the Silmarillion: Merry, Pippin, Boromir Has read the Silmarillion, then wrote passionate Silmarillion fanfiction poetry that made Aragorn try to gently explain the dubious ethics of writing RPF about Elrond's dad: Bilbo

#lotr #overthinkinglotr #the bilbo thing is literally canon #imagine writing earendil rpf and reading it in his son's house..rip #the silmarillion fandom is dark and full of terrors #i am willing to be debated on Legolas liking the Silmarillion #I think he could also hate it #but otherwise. facts

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Ok I know we all like to joke about how the Battle of the Five Armies is only a page long in The Hobbit but like. Sometimes I think about how what if Tolkien wrote it that way because he didn’t want his kids to hear about war.

#like the hobbit was supposed to be a bedtime story for his kids #and Tolkien fought in an actual war like he was on the front lines #and obviously it impacted him heavily enough to write a whole trilogy of anti-war books #but this was a story originally meant for his children to hear #so what if he left out the battle of the five armies because he didn’t want his kids to hear about it #but still left in the sad aftermath because he at the very least wanted them to know how destructive war is #I dunno I could be wrong #but sometimes I think about that #the hobbit #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #j r r tolkien #the silmarillion #tolkien legendarium #tolkien

[maeofthenoldor]

Bilbo Baggins would actually be the most unhinged character if he was in the events of the Silmarillion. Like if he was to be magically transported into the First Age Beleriand. I feel like he would adopt and be adopted by every creature residing in Beleriand. Including Morgoth

#now I kinda want to write this #it’s such a niche au that has so much potential #it would be so funny #silmarillion #the hobbit bilbo #bilbo baggins #tolkien #beleriand #silm #bilbo

[thesummerestsolstice]

Peredhel biology is interesting. They can become mortal or immortal; and it's not entirely clear what the "default" setting is. Is it even the same for all half-elves? What are the implications of being part-elf and part-man? And that's not even getting into the part-Maiarin or pseudo-Maiarin(? Earendil?) Peredhel. There are a lot of really interesting ideas and interpretations there, but I'd like to share a few I've been wanting to write about:

The Peredhel choice is a myth; whether half-elves become mortal or immortal is baked into their biology. Because of the nature of twins, one will always be mortal and one will always be immortal. (I'm mostly thinking about the implications for Elrond and Elros here because I don't even want to consider what that would mean for Elladan and Elrohir)

Peredhel have the strange ability to "mimic" those around them; they appear more elvish amongst elves and more mannish amongst men. No one really knows how they do this, but it's led to lots of stories about "changelings."

Actually, lots of Peredhel have weird, vaguely mystical abilities. Think about the kind of things you'd read about in a fairytale- speaking to animals, unusual strength, preternatural charm. These things aren't unheard of amongst elves or men, but they're a lot more common amongst Peredhel. It's suspected to be some sort of Ainuric boon, or possibly a result of half-elven souls being more "flexible."

Because their souls are inherently kind of unstable, Peredhel fade more easily then elves. That being said, the "symptoms" of fading are different (elves will literally become translucent, while half-elves will lose weight, sleep for most of the day and still be tired, etc.), so it's often assumed to be a normal mortal illness until it becomes a life-threatening situation.

Ulmo has kind of adopted the Peredhel as his people. He's their patron, and he cares for them all. Many half-elves live or work near or on the ocean, and for those who are immortal, the desire to sail west generally manifests less as wanting to go to Valinor and more a literal desire to go to the sea. Half-elves who are inclined to pray usually do so to Ulmo. There's a reason that Rivendell is protected by a river. Also, yes, Earendil is still absolutely Ulmo's guy, he's just also Varda's guy. They have a very friendly custody agreement.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #peredhel #eldritch peredhel #half elves #peredhel meta #elrond #elrond peredhel #elros #elladan #elrohir #earendil #ulmo #thoughts! #not sure which of these I want to write about first #hope they might inspire some other people too

[thescrapwitch]

What if Morgoth's parlay was a different sort of trap?

He sends the message, dangling the promise of the Silmarils, and of course Maedhros agrees to go. Of course he brings more than the agreed upon amount of force, forbids any of his brothers from riding with him. It's a trap, obviously, but he won't drag them into death with him.

But Morgoth is counting on that. Because that means Maedhros is bringing the best of his soldiers. That everyone who stayed behind - Maedhros' brothers, those who might have been injured from the Dagor-nuin-Giliath and could no longer fight - will be thinking about their king. They will be distracted. Less defended. Vulnerable.

And then...

Maedhros arrives at the parlay meeting grounds and waits. And waits. Morgoth does not come. A coward, Maedhros thinks, and he rides back with his soldiers to his camp.

They see the smoke first. Maedhros' heart turns cold.

Too late, Morgoth's true intentions become clear. It was a trap, but Maedhros did not spare his little brothers by not letting them come with him. He looks at the devastation the Enemy has left behind and screams.

(later, his followers will say that he looked like Feanor. That his eyes burned with a dark fire, a horribly familiar mix of grief and madness)

In Angband, Morgoth forces the six sons of Feanor to kneel before his throne and laughs.

#file it under 'oh god why do i have so many WIP ideas' #'when will I be free from them please have mercy' #my writing #silmarillion #maedhros #morgoth

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

The worst thing about writing a canon divergent Silm AU is that by changing the outcome of an event for the better you risk Elros and Elrond not being born.

Those guys were really the result of so many terrible things happening to their ancestors.

#silmarillion #writing

[lanthanum12]

When Fingon was young, he gave Maedhros one of his golden ribbons. Maedhros treasured it and tied his hair back with it or used it as a bracelet. Even when he couldn't visit Fingon, he still had something so special to remember him by. Then he was captured by Morgoth and the ribbon was taken along with everything else lovely he owned.

Imagine his joy when he was reunited with the person dearest to him and once again a golden ribbon was woven in his hair. When he awoke after being rescued, one was finally there again. A tangible reminder that he was safe.

Every time Maedhros saw Fingon ever after, Fingon would gift him another ribbon for his collection. They got lost sometimes in the ever increasing battles of Beleriand. It was no issue, as Fingon was always there to give him more.

Until Fingon perished in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and thus there would be no more ribbons as gifts. Maedhros kept his remaining ones safe and wore them scarcely as to not soil them or risk loss. Despite these precautious, bits of fabric were easy to loose in the wilds and one by one his collection dwindled. The final proofs of his bond slipping away, leaving only memories.

He maintained them throughout the lonely years he fostered Elrond and Elros until it was time for them to leave and move on in the world. As a gift he gave them his remaining two which they held onto throughout the years. Elros kept his in his diary as a bookmark and it came over to Rivendell with the Faithful. Elrond tied his onto his silver harp. A little reminder of where they came from.

Once it came time for Elrond to depart for Valinor, he brought both shining strands of gold with him and wove them into his hair as he landed on the shore. There waiting for him, were Maedhros and Fingon with hair shimmering like the sun. They both saw those familiar ribbons and smiled. For they rightly took it as a sign that their legacy and love had lasted.

#my writing #fingon #maedhros #elrond #elros #silmarillion #angsty time #random thoughts and headcanons at random times #headcanons #tolkien fandom

[kitcat22]

Elrond, barefoot, in pale, shimmering, flowy gowns with flowers in his hair and a shawl wrapped around his shoulders, sitting on a bench in his garden with a cup of tea and a book while his cats curl up around him.

#silmarillion #silmarillion writing #elrond #elrond peredhel #my writing #my posts

[gwaedhannen]

Funky AU ideas that Tolkien already wrote for us that I feel like I don't see much at all:

Amroth as the son of Galadriel and Celeborn. (Unfinished Tales: Concerning Galadriel and Celeborn)

Nimloth survives the Second Kinslaying, escapes to Ossiriand with Elwing and the Silmaril, and goes to the Havens after the refugees of Gondolin settle there. (War of the Jewels: The Tale of Years)

Orodreth, Angrod, and Aegnor go across to Beleriand on the Swan Ships along with the Fëanorians due to their friendship with Celegorm and Curufin. (The Shaping of Middle-earth: The Earliest Annals of Valinor)

Míriel survives until Fëanor is fully grown, but he still ends up Like That. (The Peoples of Middle-earth: The Shibboleth of Fëanor)

Celebrimbor as a Sindar descendent of Daeron. (The Peoples of Middle Earth: Of Dwarves and Men)

Celegorm and Curufin found Nargothrond after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. (The Lays of Beleriand: The Lay of the Children of Húrin)

Amanyar Noldor Eöl and Maeglin, with them and Aredhel being extremely attracted to Melkor's lies. (The Nature of Middle-earth: Ageing of Elves)

Teleporno.

In all seriousness, Amanyar Teleri Celeborn where he's also a grandchild of Olwë, and he and Galadriel sail separately to Beleriand after fighting for the Teleri in the First Kinslaying. (Unfinished Tales: The History of Galadriel and Celeborn)

(and this isn't even getting into BoLT funkiness)

#silmarillion #tolkien #stormthinken #go write these and poke me about it

[thelien-art]

Haleth & Caranthir - Soiree gathering

Fourth Valentine drawing, Valentine Event Post

#write a scene to the drawing or draw it in your own style for valentine #tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #caranthir #morifinwe #carnistir #haleth #halenthir #caranthir x haleth #tolkien art #silm art #digital art #my art #valentine art

[middle-earth-mythopoeia]

On September 2nd, 1973, J.R.R. Tolkien passed away, and this September 2nd is the 49th anniversary of his death. For me and many others, reading Tolkien’s books was a formative experience that sparked a lifelong passion for the world that he created. The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion, along with Tolkien’s other works, have been a constant source of delight, fascination, and inspiration for me. They have also been a comfort to me in hard times, and a place where I feel at home. It’s difficult to put into words just how much I love Tolkien’s mythology; it is deeply significant to me, and always will be. Thank you, Professor.

#tolkien #lotr #silmarillion #j.r.r. tolkien #lord of the rings #my writing

[camille-lachenille]

A flickering flame

She looks at the babe in her arms, blissfully asleep and unaware of the world he just entered. This little boy who shouldn’t be, her miracle and her curse.

Drained, she leans back against the pillows as the midwife cleans the room. It’s a sad place, to bring a child to life in, this rickety little cabin in the woods. And yet, it is the only way to keep her secret, to keep her son safe.

“Do you have a name for him?” the midwife asks quietly. It is not the first time she asks, and not the first time silence is her only answer.

No, she doesn’t have a name for her son, because she did not mean to have a son. Because, by any mean, he should not even exist.

Yet, exist he does, and his warm weight against her breast chases some of the pain and melancholy away. She presses a light kiss to his soft dark hair. His eyes are blue, for now, and she wonders if they will change to her own brown or stay as blue as his sire’s. She considered calling him his father, even if just in her heart, but the wound is still too fresh and the word stings at this gaping absence. He left her, alone with this tiny, flickering life; he does not desserves any other title than sire of her son. And yet…

And yet this is not her son, she muses, not entirely, for the life in him is brighter and stronger than it ought to be. This babe a mere hours old already has a keen gaze, his large eyes reflecting the light. She wonders if they will reflect the stars, if she brings him outside.

She does not have foresight, for this is a gift of the Eldar, but she knows her time with her son is limited. That she has to secret him away and rip yet another piece of her heart if she wants him to live. He does not belong to the green forests of Ladros and the villages scattered there. He is not destined to the simple life of the men of this land.

With a heavy sigh, she carefully lays her son next to her on the bed and asks the midwife for the paper and ink she packed with her own supplies. The letter is short and to the point, just cryptic enough that anyone unaware of her identity can’t understand the message. There is precious little wax in the cabin, but she sacrifices a bit of her candle to seal the letter before handing it to the midwife.

“Give this to the closest courrier you can find,” she says, an order despite her tired voice. The midwife nods and tucks the letter in her bag. She won’t speak, she knows.

***

The answer comes swifter than she expected, in the form of a tall, cloaked figure entering the cabin at night. She almost screams in fear, reaching for the knife on the bedside, before recognising the face half hidden by the hood. The bright eyes shine in the dim light of the lone candle.

“You called for me?” the figure asks, his voice melodious and fair. If she did not know the identity of her visitor, she could have mistaken his voice for another, beloved one, just for the faintest moment. But he is not him. She will never see him again and she thinks ‘good riddance’ even as her heart bleeds.

Mutely, she signals to the visitor to sit on the side of the bed, and places her son in his arms. “Take him to safety, my Lord,” she says. “Tell whatever lies you want about his origins but keep him safe with his kin.”

“But you are his kin, my friend,” he replies calmly, even as he rocks the babe in his arms. And what a picture it would be, to see this great Lord playing nursemaid, if the situation wasn’t so painful.

She shakes her head. “He may share my blood but not my soul; I can see it in his eyes. He belongs with you. Please, take him and tell no one the truth!” and she hates how her voice shakes, how she is reduced to beg to have her son taken away from her. But she cannot keep him, she knew that from the very moment she felt this little life growing within her.

Her visitor sighs softly in defeat, and even this sound is music. “Very well, my nephew has a young daughter and his wife is still nursing. They will be happy to call him their son.” And his words sound like a promise.

A knot loosens in her chest at the knowledge her son will be well cared for. “Thank you, my friend,” she whispers quietly. “But go now, before dawn comes. There is a basket with supplies for the babe on the table.”

The visitor raises, towering over the bed she has spent the last few weeks in, close to her son, and secures the still sleeping babe in a sling against his heart with the uttermost care. Yes, her son will be safe in these hands.

He is about to leave, basket in hand, when he pauses by the door and turns to look at her. “You never told me his name.” His voice is serious and his gaze piercing.

She looks back at him, calm and sure of herself for the first time since he entered the cabin. “Artanáro,” she says with a tight little thing of a smile. “For his life is bright as a flame.”

Her friend smiles faintly as he looks back and forth between her and the babe. “Artanáro. Yes, it suits him.”

#tolkien #the silmarillion #athrabeth finrod ah andreth #gil galad #gil galad son of plothole #finrod #andreth saelind #implied aegnor x andreth #silm fic #tolkien fic #my writing