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Head canon Things Celebrimbors smithing assistants have seen him do after he told them ‘Fëanor’s hammer is a very important family heirloom and elvish artifact and it should be treated with care’

Absent mindedly stir his tea with it when writing a scroll

Accidentally drop it into his breakfast

Juggle it and toss it in the air without looking

Throwing it at them shouting ‘catch!’ and laughing

They find it in random places around the city

Using it to crack open a nut that all other nutcrackers have failed to open

Using it to keep the forge door open

Threatening mosquitoes with it

Lean his chin against it when stuck in deep thought

Chewing on it when stuck in deeper thought

Talking to it

Using it as a shoe horn

Placing seeds on it to feed the birds or forge mouse

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hotch and elle and the killing of their respective 'main' unsubs

if i see one more fucking person say

"oh its so unfair that elle got fired for killing a guy when hotch literally did the same thing and everyone praised him for it"

i think i just might lose it

lets break this down and actually think critically about this

when hotch literally did the same thing

wrong!! what did hotch actually do?

hunted down an escaped (after being arrested and identified) and prolific serial killer that had assaulted him in his own home and targeted his family

listened to said serial killer murder his wife over the phone

entered a literal fight to the death with the serial killer where he had to beat him to death with his bare hands because otherwise both him and his son would have been murdered next

it was self defense. pure and simple. he had no gun, no weapon other than his hands and he knew that if he stepped away, it would be over. there is quite literally nothing else could have done.

what did elle do?

hunted down an uncharged and unconfirmed suspect

tried to provoke him into attacking her

when that didn't work, shot him and planted evidence as well as lie about what happened when the police arrived

did the guy deserve it? absolutely. he was a scumbag and a rapist and deserved to die. but the show makes her actions inexcusable for a reason. you cannot do that as a law enforcement officer. you cannot go and shoot someone who is not actively threatening you, especially not without evidence. additionally, the reason he was uncharged was because she panicked during the undercover mission.

i agree that she definitely wasn't ready for it, and that someone else should have been the bait but she was asked and she confirmed that she would be okay.

"but they should have realised that she would have panicked" why? up until that point, she had been a brilliant agent and had never given any indication that she might not be able to do it. again, she told both hotch and gideon that she'd be fine. why would they doubt her? she's good at her job.

everyone praised him for it

also wrong!! emily and rossi look at him in nothing short of horror when they run in to find him beating foyet to a pulp. even morgan, while comforting him, is obviously disturbed by the scene.

hotch and his team also faced a hearing about the aftermath of the case. it didnt matter that foyet had been stopped and that he and his son were safe, he still had to justify every single action he took.

there's another counterargument here that "well they might not have praised him for it but they understood why he did it" and... yeah? again, self defense.

anyway. this is one of those topics that makes my blood boil. i love elle. do i think they way they never brought her up again was unfair? yes. do i think that the way she suffered because of a choice gideon made was unfair? yes. was she wrong for shooting that guy? honestly i'm kind of glad she did.

but im sick of people saying that their circumstances were the same because they weren't.

people also love to cite misogyny here and while CM has a fair amount of it (dont get me started on the treatment of paget and aj) its not fucking misogynistic to recognize that what elle did was illegal and hotch didn't "get a pass" for what he did just because "hes a man"

TLDR: stop comparing elle and hotch's situations with the intention of pointing out the inequality of their treatments because their situations were in no way comparable.

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Just dropping this before going to bed :))

Summary:

Celebrimbor in the fourth age, bored and bitted, finds a red wolf in the forest after a party at Elrond´s new valley house. He might have an idea about who he has found - no he is sure of who it is, but if the Valar couldn't do a better job of capturing Sauron, Celebimrbor is under no circumstance giving him over to them! After all, he knows the Úmaia best! Or- Celebrimbor has found a red wolf that acts like a tamed dog towards him, but a wild warg towards everyone else, and won´t hear any criticism despite his friends' concerns, also did Elrond mention the glowing eyes of the creature?

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He wouldn´t say he had been shocked, but surprised to some exchange.

It had been a bit under a yén already since Elrond returned with the ringbearer to Valinor. And of course, the Maia who insisted on being in the service of Nienna, though he felt little inclination to dwell on the nature of its service - not that he cared much for it.

Two others of the ring fellowship had returned, so Elrond, in his wisdom and grace, had naturally called for a small gathering to honor their reunion when the bigger celebrations had calmed, allowing for a more intimate exchange of tales and friendship. It all really came down to the fact that both the dwarf Gimli, his Sinda Legolas, and Celebrimbor himself had voiced a desire to meet the other.

Or more precisely; Celebirmbor wanted to meet a dwarf again. He missed Narvi, after all, and would easily settle for the next best thing. The Sinda seemed to have dragged himself with Gimli, who had just laughed it off.

The gathering itself hadn’t been anything of significant importance at first glance; it started with a few stories of Gimli and the Sinda´s adventure after the defeat of Sauron. The only Maia he had ever really been able to stand. Oh the irony. Tales of valor and mischief that echoed through the years. However, as the evening wore on, the conversation inevitably veered toward darker themes, and the shadow of Sauron loomed large over their discussions. Finrod, with his innate sense of drama and history, had invited himself into the conversation, adding weight to the topic, but thankfully Elrond, ever the diplomat, skillfully steered it away again to the lighter subject of smithing and things Celebrimbor knew about and found interesting. Not that Gimli and the Sinda Legolas didn´t have good stories, Celebrimbor just knew there were more interesting topics out there. Such as smithing. Or Sauron, he guessed.

Thus, as the conversation ebbed and flowed around him, he allowed himself to indulge in thoughts of the craft, pondering the possibilities that lay before him, while the shadows of Sauron lingered at the edge, ever a reminder of what had been, and what could have been.

He should have known something was coming; he had felt odd the last few days. An unsettling sensation gnawing at the edges of his fëa, and the creature before him was undoubtedly the reason why.

He had been on his way home from Elrond´s gathering when he stumbled upon it as the sky had slowly been darkening into a red and orange hue. The air thick with the sweet scent of blooming Ornemalin.

Usually, he stayed with his Atto and Atarhanno in Formenos, and Elrond had found a lovely valley between the Fëanorian city and Tirion, so there wasn’t really anything to complain about in terms of his housing possibilities. Elrond himself had even offered him a room in his new valley when Celebrimbor first had begun complaining about all the crowding. Not that he had the heart to inform his friend that his family had heard about it in many many yén´s, probably since his first yén.

Celebrimbor had declined the offer. Obviously.

It was on that fateful day, the exact day he sensed the change in his fëa to be precise, that he finally succumbed to the pull, and in a moment of recklessness, he threw his hands up, gathered his most important belongings before embarking into the wilderness. He sought refuge in Haru’s old vacation house, a worn manse, secretly used and kept neat by Arafinwë when he had the time, where the echoes of laughter had long since faded into silence.

Food and metal he could call for with ravens. Yet, of course, Elrond, the ever watchful protector, had sensed his flight and found him not even two passings of Isil later. He had come in person to drag him back to his new valley home for a week, insisting that companionship was vital, especially with the gathering approaching. The last day of that week had arrived too quickly, and now that he pondered it, it became clear that Elrond had likely known where Haru’s house was all along. He had likely also known that Celebrimbor would “camp” there for a little yén as Atto called it.

Why did Eru ever think it wise to give that damned pereldar apacen!?

Stopping before the creature he had come across, he could not help but wonder if it was indeed dead, for it lay there, partially obscured by an aimless scattering of dirt and sticks, as if Yavanna herself had pondered to bury it alive.

Its unnaturally long black legs sprawled before it, helpless and contorted, alike one of Ungoliant's children. The creature's body, a shocking red, did seem to be with life, although faint, as he observed its shallow breaths, each exhale a rough whisper against the silence of the forest, so faint you couldn´t hear it unless you knew it there.

Upon closer examination, he noted that the black fur on its back was longer than the rest, giving it an unkempt appearance of a failed first age warg. Its head, resting on a surprisingly long neck lay flat against the dirt strewn forest floor, bore no signs of the mane one might expect from such a beast. Yet, as he peered at its features, he could not stifle a laugh that bubbled up from deep within. A reaction born from the pitiful sight of the creature before him.

“While you look profoundly pissed, Saura,” he mused, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, as he peered into the black dots that served as eyebrows atop the creature's head, dropping over its fiery red and orange eyes, giving it a tired and irritated look. Its eyes glowing like a weak flame, as though they were the very embers of a dying fire inside its hröa, casting an eerie light in the dimness of the forest.

“Far from charming,” he continued, his tone taking on a mockingly sympathetic lilt, “just so you know.”

The creature did not answer him, merely looked at him helplessly and confused. Was that a shiver? But he- it was a Maia, and the Ainur could not freeze, last he heard.

A thought hit him. He had heard of some of the Úmaiar who lost their sense of self and time, some even turning into mindless animals after the War of Wrath, and had the creature before him not done something similar to both Maia and Eldar alike, turning them into servants of its foul master? Had it really destroyed itself so much? 

“Do you even know where you are? What happened?” he asked.

Of course, it hadn’t lost itself. It was just manipulating him. But the Valar had not done well enough to find it, so Celebrimbor would keep his old friend to himself; after all, he had missed someone to talk to who really knew him, and how to keep conventions interesting. 

With a firm resolve, he bent down to lift the creature up, feeling the fragile form quiver slightly in his grasp. He carefully set it upon his horse, ensuring it was secured.

As they began to move, Celebrimbor cast a glance over his shoulder, half expecting to see shadows of the past looming behind him. But there was only the quiet expanse of the forest and his horse with the creature, and the wind rustled through the trees. Maybe-

"What became of you?" he murmured softly. 

Perhaps there was still a flicker of the Maia he once knew buried beneath the layers of sorrow and confusion.

“I warned you did I not?” he sighed as he led the horse closer to the mante.

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So Mairon is right now a weird mix between a maned wolf and a red wolf.

Elvish long year (144 solar years) = Yén: Quenya Mellyrn = Ornemalin: Quenya; the best translation I could find meaning “bearing yellow flowers” growing in Lórien (and the gardens of Lórien too, and in the middle of the third age slowly being spread across most of Valinor according to my own HC) Half elf/peredhel = Pereldar: Quenya Foresight = Apacen: Quenya Cruel/evil/vile/stinking/foul/wretched - evil-smelling/putrid = Saura

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[screenshot] it was too perfect

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Oh, this season just got even darker somehow...

Watch the full episode on Dropout

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Well, now I need them shipped together

Any fandom needs these two types of people:

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god i wish Australians were real.

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HE'S SO FUNNY UGH I LUV HIM

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Adar catching an arrow mid-air

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Celebrimbor made a super tiny set of elf armor for his favorite forge mouse, equipped with a trademark Feanorian star on his lil' shield. Annatar is not impressed.

Inspired by this fic from the POV of the mouse: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59500966

Happy TROP!Day! Every Thursday I'm gonna post some TROP artwork! I was going to do a serious hardcore artwork, but I wanted to make this doodle about the mouse so bad, so I did this instead.

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If Adar had tried to flirt his way into defeating Sauron instead of besieging Eregion

Adar, looking at Celebrimbor: Your forge is grander and better equipped than any of Fëanor's have ever been. In see in you all of his greatness and talent but few of his flaws. And your smile is warmer than any fire and lights up any room-

Annatar, jaw twitching: Celebrimbor, he is clearly-

Celebrimbor, with literal anime heart eyes towards Adar, waving Annatar off: No no, please, let him speak...

(inspired by this post and reblog by @ivorybilledwoodpecker and @saraptor)