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Totodile is great, although I never cared for any of the starters presented much... A little heartbroken over 'no Snivy' :*)

Actually, not a little, might sob later...

WE FUCKING WON TOTODILE FANS WE FUCKING WON!!!!!!

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I just read the baby girl ask and if I may, can you do this with Glorfindel as well? Thanks and love, if you can't it's fine as well ^^

Glorfindel version below.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

The halls of Rivendell were quiet in the late afternoon, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. Birds chirped in the distance, their melodies blending with the gentle rustling of the leaves. You walked beside Glorfindel, who was speaking of something—strategy, perhaps, or the patrols along the borders—but your mind had wandered.

The elf beside you was radiant, as always. The golden strands of his hair shimmered like molten sunlight, cascading down his back in effortless waves. His azure eyes carried the wisdom of ages, yet they softened when they settled upon you. Strong, noble, and unfailingly graceful—he truly was a sight to behold. And maybe it was the serenity of the moment, or maybe it was the way he carried himself with such effortless elegance, but you could not help yourself. You turned your head, smirked, and with deliberate ease, you uttered the words “Whatever you say, baby girl.” Silence.

Glorfindel stopped mid-step. His entire posture froze as if he had been struck by some unseen force. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned to face you, golden brows drawing together in pure, unadulterated confusion. “What did you just call me?” You bit your lip to keep from laughing, but the mirth dancing in your eyes betrayed you. You watched as his expression shifted from confusion to bewilderment, then to something dangerously close to offense.

“Baby… girl?” he repeated, as if the words were foreign on his tongue. His lips parted slightly in shock. “You dare address me, Glorfindel of Gondolin, Balrog-slayer, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower… as—” He paused, visibly struggling. His nostrils flared slightly. “As baby girl?” That was it. You burst into laughter. The sheer indignation in his voice, the way his normally regal demeanor had been utterly shattered by two little words—it was too much. You clutched your stomach, barely managing to stand as laughter spilled from you in waves.

Glorfindel, for all his centuries of experience, looked utterly at a loss. His hands were on his hips now, his weight shifted to one side, golden hair cascading over his shoulder as he regarded you with exasperation. You. His dear friend. His confidant. The one person in all of Imladris who seemed to lack even a shred of self-preservation. “Do you wish to die, meleth nîn?” he asked, tone half-serious, half-incredulous. Through your laughter, you gasped, “I just think it suits you!”

Glorfindel scoffed, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the memory entirely. “I have faced death and returned. I have fought creatures beyond mortal comprehension. And yet it is you—” he pointed at you, eyes narrowing ”—who is my greatest trial.” You straightened, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me it doesn’t have a nice ring to it.”

Glorfindel inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as if summoning the patience of every elf who had ever lived. Then, after a long moment, his lips twitched—just slightly. A glimmer of amusement, buried beneath his wounded dignity. “You are incorrigible,” he murmured, resuming his walk.

But just as you thought the moment had passed, he threw you a sidelong glance, something wicked flickering in his gaze. “Very well, then,” he said smoothly. “Two can play this game… darling.” Now it was your turn to freeze. Glorfindel smirked. And just like that, the battle had begun.

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The Sinnoh region games were some of my all time favorite ❤️ Especially Platinum 👯‍♀️

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After Fingolfin sounded out the last syllable, a feral fight ensued.

Namo only rubs his face. He's so done.

Feanor does his part

Feanor, in the halls of Mandos: Namo! Let me out! You act like I am the reason the elves will die out, if you let me go! I won't be the reason the elves die out! I have seven sons! I've done my part!

Finglofin: Yes brother, we know. You couldn't pull out of a driveway.

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THIS IS GORGEOUS

my self-illustrated edition of the silmarillion:)

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This is genuinely so funny to me... Guess Aragorn got a little startled by the laptop.

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Which Tolkien character is your roommate?

Spin the wheel to see whether you'll enjoy your time as a roommate. 🤣

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Oh...

So our dorm are Halls of Mandos... Yeah, that checks out.

Guys, I CAN'T FIND THE POST TO REBLOG, please reach out if you have it...

There was the 'Spin the wheel to find out who's your roommate from Tolkienverse' (essentially).

I got my baby Nelyo! :D

Can't decide if I'm blessed or cursed. Almost got Feanor...

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Guys, I CAN'T FIND THE POST TO REBLOG, please reach out if you have it...

There was the 'Spin the wheel to find out who's your roommate from Tolkienverse' (essentially).

I got my baby Nelyo! :D

Can't decide if I'm blessed or cursed. Almost got Feanor...

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I want to cry... I just thought of something that would fit in a DND campaign and I unfortunately don't play DND.

Picture. It's a standard orange cat. The whole 'orange cat' shebang: act like an eldritch deity one moment, act like it has one brain sell the next.

But you SWORE you heard it talk on occasion (you think you were just sleep deprived) and the birds are weirdly not afraid of it.

The cat's name is 'Dog'. And it brings good luck if you give it scratches and treats (weirdly, it accepts wine?...)

It is later revealed that 'Dog' is actually the Creator and has been traveling with the company all along. He is the orange cat because no one questions the cat's weird behavior because normal cats do strange stuff to begin with and his name is 'Dog' because he thought that spelling his name backwards would be inconspicuous.

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Kinship and Affection Among the Elves: Familial Terminology in Quenya and Sindarin

It has bothered me for quite some time that J. R. R. Tolkien did not develop a complete system of kinship terminology in either Quenya or Sindarin, and some of the words we do have are outdated Qenya and Gnomish which are linguistically incongruous with the later lexicon, so I have taken it upon myself to invent one. 

This is primarily for my own usage, but please feel free to use them as well.

NOTE 1: The terms for mother, father, son, daughter, brother and sister as well as the Quenya terms for grandchildren are all from Tolkien’s preexisting lexicon; except for ‘nessa’, which, while an existing Quenya word, normally means ‘young’, but I have extrapolated this colloquial form from ‘hanno’. The rest are all constructed from preexisting words and elements in Quenya and Sindarin. I have not introduced any new elements to either language.

NOTE 2: Due to the Sundering occurring rather early in the elves’ history and, presumably, before they have had enough generations to necessitate such words, I have made it so that it appears that Quenya (Valinórëan) and Sindarin (Endórëan) kinship terminology had developed independently of each other. 

Quenya

Mother 

Amillë or Amil

Ammë [diminutive]

Father

Atar

Atto [diminutive]

Son

Yondo

Daughter

Seldë or Yeldë

Brother

Háno

Hanno [diminutive]

Onóro

Otorno

Sister

Nésa

Nessa [diminutive]

Onórë

Osellë

Grandson

Inyo [Noldorin]

Indyo [Vanyarin]

Granddaughter

Inyë [Noldorin]

Indyë [Vanyarin]

METHOD: For Quenya, I primarily made use of prefixes to indicate extended familial relationships. For grandparents, I used the reversible root ‘on’ or ‘ono’ (to beget) to indicate grandparents as ascendants. For aunts, uncles and cousins, I used the prefix ‘ara’ (beside) to indicate them as collateral relatives.

Grandmother

Nóamillë

Nammë [diminutive]

Grandfather

Nóatar

Natto [diminutive]

Aunt

Aramillë

Arammë [diminutive]

Uncle

Aratar

Aratto [diminutive]

Female Cousin

Arasellë

Male Cousin

Aratorno

Niece

Araseldë or Arayeldë

Nephew

Arayondo

Sindarin

Note on Sindarin: Due to certain linguistic features of Sindarin, I have made it so that they distinguish between older and younger collateral relatives of the same generation. As for descendants, grandchildren are distinguished as grandchildren from sons or daughters.

Mother 

Emel

Emë or Emig [diminutive]

Naneth

Nana or Nanethig [diminutive]

Father

Adar

Ada or Atheg [diminutive]

Son

Ion

Daughter

Sel or Iel

Sister

Muinthel

Neth or Nîth older sister

Nethig younger sister

Brother

Muindor

Hanar older brother

Hawn or Haun [archaic] older brother

Honeg younger brother

METHOD: For Sindarin, I used reduplication to derive the terms for grandparents. This has already been suggested in Gnomish with the word for grandmother ‘mâm’, a reduplication of the word for mother ‘mamil’. Aunt and uncle are derived from attaching the diminutive suffix to grandmother and grandfather respectively, as in Latin ‘avus’ (maternal grandfather) and ‘avunculus’ (maternal uncle, ‘little grandfather’). Cousins use the prefix 'ar’ (beside) to indicate collateral relationship. Nieces are distinguished between brother-daughters and sister-daughters while nephews are distinguished between brother-sons and sister-sons.

Grandmother

Ememel

Mêm [diminutive]

Nananeth

Nân [diminutive]

Grandfather 

Adadar

Dâd [diminutive]

Grandson

Iondion grandson through a son

Sellion grandson through a daughter

Granddaughter

Iondiel granddaughter through a son

Selliel granddaughter through a daughter

Aunt

Ememig

Mémig [diminutive] 

Nananethig

Nánig [diminutive]

Uncle

Adatheg

Dátheg [diminutive]

Female Cousin

Arneth or Arnîth older or same-aged female cousin

Arnethig younger female cousin

Male Cousin

Arhanar older or same-aged male cousin

Arhawn or Arhaun [archaic] older or same-aged male cousin

Arhoneg younger male cousin

Niece

Hanariel brother’s daughter

Nethiel sister’s daughter

Nephew

Hanarion brother’s son

Nethion sister’s son

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Celegorm, but he's the live representation of the most most effed up stories about Fairies in our world, while haunting Beleriand's forests.

Celegorm the Fair, but instead it's Celegorm the Feral.

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Inspired by this post.

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This is so them coded! And pre-madness Fëanor! Reader is getting adopted, lmao. Celegorm being raised by a wild boar even in his mom's eyes... And Nelyo is, as always,just done with everyone. :')

Nelyo might be running away with Reader and Kano, because they're the only sane peoples around~

Be Welcome in the House of Fëanor

I came across a Fëanorians x Fem Reader (Platonic) fic request from @definitelynotaria and was already in a desperate need to write some major fluff after finishing the Silmarillion. The timing was perfection. 🥰

Summary: You are a young elven child, running wild and free in the Woods of Oromë, during the peaceful days of Valinor. While there, you befriend a young hunter and his delightful hound who introduce you to their rambunctious family.

*She/Her Pronouns / Elven Reader.

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Laughter echoes through the Woods of Oromë as you run with wild abandon, each stride spritely and sure as your small feet meet soft grass and pillowy moss. Nessa of the Valar is with you, encouraging your every step and blessing you with enough of her swiftness and grace to keep pace with her.

As you deftly leap over a fallen log, the soft patter of hooves follows suit like the sound of acorns knocking in the breeze. You have traveled with Nessa long enough to predict the herd of deer trailing after you with graceful strides. 

Then suddenly, a horn bellows close by, shaking the earth under your feet..

Nessa holds her hand gently aloft, signaling for you to stop. As your feet skid to a halt beside her, the deer instantly scatter in all directions. Their quick reflexes were accustomed to the sound that heralded the arrival of the Vala Oromë and his hunting party.

As the Lord of Forests himself enters the clearing, tall and mighty, he regards you both with amusement glimmering in his piercing green eyes. At his side stands a young elven boy similar in age to you, his fair hair tousled from their hunt, gray eyes sharp with curiosity. A massive pup, all ears and paws, bounds at their heels barking with excitement.

“Sister,” Oromë greets, his deep voice like the rolling of thunder before a storm. “I see you've found a pupil of your own who delights in the splendor of these woods.”

“Dearest one,” Nessa places a gentle hand on your small shoulder. “This is my brother Oromë, and his young disciple, Turkafinwe son of Curufinwe.”

Celegorm puffs out his chest slightly at his introduction, though his expression quickly shifts to curiosity. His keen hunter’s gaze sweeps over you, amused by the way you barely keep still, even under such heavy scrutiny, shifting on the balls of your feet like a bird eager to take flight.

“And this,” Celegorm adds with a grin, resting a hand on the head of his hound, “is Huan,  the greatest hound in all of Valinor.”

You approach cautiously, crouching down and holding out a hand towards the gigantic puppy. He sniffs it with equal wariness before deciding you are friend rather than foe. With a happy yip, he licks between your fingers, making you giggle with delight.

“He is wonderful,” you say before looking up at Celegorm. “Is he fast?” You add with excitement ringing in your voice.

“Only the fastest…besides me, of course!” Celegorm boasts, crossing his arms with a satisfied smirk.

You let out a playful scoff, blowing a raspberry as you roll your eyes. “I'll believe it when I see it…”

“You think you can beat me in a race?” Celegorm asks, a competitive fire burning in his eyes.

Nessa places a hand over her lips to stifle a laugh, while Oromë merely watches with silent amusement.

You grin, your entire body shaking with anticipation. “Oh, I know I can!”

And with that, you both take off, the golden woods of Valinor once again ringing with laughter, the pounding of small feet, and the joyful barking of a hound who refuses to be left behind.

Pushing yourselves faster and faster, you both become little more than streaks weaving through the trees, your feet barely touching the earth as you run swift as arrows. 

“Too slow Noldo!” You call over your shoulder.

Celegorm grits his teeth, determined not to be bested—but just as he begins closing the gap, a blur of gray fur shoots past you both.

Huan.

The giant puppy darts from the underbrush with surprising speed and into your path with an excited bark, causing both you and Celegorm to skid to a halt and tumble head over heels into nearby bushes.

Spitting out some leaves, you laugh heartily at the sight of Huan pulling his young master out from the bush and licking his face ardently. 

“Huan!” Celegorm laughs, trying to push the excitable hound off of him. “No fair!”

“Looks like Huan wins,” you declare, picking yourself up and brushing the twigs and leaves from your clothes. 

“No, I think we need a rematch…” Celegorm grumbles, picking a large twig from his hair and chucking it for Huan to chase. 

Your stomach growls loudly in response and Celegrom raises an eyebrow and snorts.

“Hungry?”

“Starving!” You reply dramatically, rubbing your stomach in tiny circles. 

“You should come over to my house for dinner,” he suggests enthusiastically. 

“Your parents won’t mind?” you ask with a skeptical brow. 

Celegorm scoffs with a wave of his small hand. “I’m one of seven brothers, they won’t even notice!” 

“Alright, lead the way!” you reply and begin following your new friend and his faithful hound through the woods, with a lively spring in your step. 

There is a brief lull in conversation between you as you make your way through the woods, the tentative quiet of two new friends unsure of what to talk about next. 

“You’re one of the Vanyar aren’t you?” Celegorm asks, looking over his shoulder briefly as you both duck under a low branch.

“A Minyar, yeah.” You reply, gently correcting him with your preferred title. 

“My brother, Kanofinwe, is a really good singer. Can you sing? ” he asks, hopping on a low stone wall and walking along it with his arms outstretched. 

“Of course I can,” you chortle at his absurd question. “Listen to this!” 

You clear your throat playfully and begin singing some practice vocal scales, slow and lilting, nothing too fancy. Pausing briefly, Celegrom narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to speak, but you hold up a finger in response. As you do, a choir of countless birds hidden among the trees join your song, repeating your scales precisely.

“Wow…” Celegorm marvels as his eyes survey the trees and you give an exaggerated bow. “Neat trick Songbird!” he teases playfully, hopping off the wall. “Come’on we’re almost there.” 

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The path to the grand estate wound through meticulously maintained trees, all in full bloom, their vibrant petals drifting playfully on the breeze. You skip along the smooth white stones that line the way, following close behind Celegorm and Huan, catching some of the petals as they float past. 

Nearing the ornate double doors, you hear a thunderous crash followed by heated voices and…music? Celegorm gives you a mischievous grin and opens the doors with a dramatic flourish. 

Inside, the home is stately but warm and decorated with breathtaking tapestries and lifelike sculptures. Your mouth immediately begins to water as the smells of honey roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafts by. Your reverie is quickly dashed, however, as the unrelenting sounds of a rowdy quarrel intensify, accompanied by a lively tune played on the harp. 

“He’s cheating! I know he’s cheating Nelyo!” A dark-haired boy shouts, his face burning red as he thrashes against the hold of an exceptionally lanky elven youth. 

“He’s clearly just trying to provoke you, Moryo…” Maedhros replies, giving an exasperated sigh, as he holds his younger brother back with ease.

“It’s not my fault you’re terrible at this game.” The smallest of the boys replies with a cheeky grin, placing the game board back on the table with meticulous care. 

“Kurvo…” Maedhros gives Curufin a withering look, then turns to the corner of the room where another elf sits steadily plucking a tune matching the turbulent energy of his siblings. “Would you mind terribly Kano?” 

“Hmm?” The music stops as Maglor looks up meeting his older brother’s pleading gaze. With a sigh, he changes the tune to something more tranquil. 

“If I let you go, do you promise not to murder Kurvo?” Maedhros asks Caranthir, loosening his hold marginally. 

“...Yes.” Caranthir replies through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at a chuckling Curufin. 

“You’re a terrible liar Moryo!” Celegorm hollers from the doorway, directing all the brothers' attention to you both. 

“Who do you have with you, Turko?” Curufin asks, his sharp eyes migrating from Celegorm to you, his interest peaked.

“Oh yeah, this is….um, Songbird.”

“Songbird?” Caranthir asks skeptically. 

“Typical Turko, did you even ask her name?” Maglor sighs with a playful smile. 

You giggle and introduce yourself properly with a respectful nod. 

“Please forgive my brother’s manners, our parents found him in the woods. Poor thing was raised by wild boar.” Maedhros teases, freeing Caranthir from his hold.

“Knock it off, Nelyo, I was not…” Celegorm huffs, crossing his arms. 

“Come’on, I’m sure dinner’s ready.” Maedhros ruffles Celegorm’s hair and leads you all towards the dining hall. 

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As you enter the grand hall, Celegorm, Curufin, and Caranthir rush forward, shoving each other to reach the table and the food first. 

“Boys! There’s plenty of food, no need to instigate a riot.” An elegant woman scolds from the end of the table. She is tall and lithe with beautiful red hair intricately braided with fine jewels. Her eyes are sharp as she watches her sons, but there is a glint of amusement as well.  Next to her are two tall enclosed chairs, each holding a pair of identical red-headed toddlers, squirming with delight as they chuck bits of food at each other. 

You take a seat between Caranthir and Celegorm, who is already stuffing his face with roasted meat, periodically exhaling forcefully to ease the burning sensation. 

“Turko, are you going to introduce your guest?” Nerdanel asks, her mouth quirking into a playful smile as she wipes one of the twins' mouths gently with a cloth. 

“Oh yeah! She’s a new friend I met in the woods today with Huan. Her name is, err- ” Celegorm chokes a little trying to swallow his food too quickly. 

Maehdros sighs and takes over introducing you to their mother. 

“Be welcome, we’re happy to have you. Please make yourself at home and excuse Turko’s table manners…he was raised by wild boar, you see.” Nerdanel scrunches her nose at Celegorm, who groans and throws his head back against the chair. 

“Amilyë…” 

Tucking into your food, you begin to feel more at ease and your posture relaxes completely. There is a notable warmth among the family surrounding you, full of spirited banter and easy laughter that feels utterly contagious. 

Just as Maglor finishes asking you your opinions on a notable Vanyar musician, the double doors at the other end of the dining hall swing open and a tall figure emerges, walking briskly with a measured gait to where Nerdanel is sitting. He leans over to kiss her, his intense gaze softening to tender adoration. 

“Apologies for my tardiness Arimelda, I was–”

“Consumed by your labors husband?”  Nerdanel interrupts, gently wiping a spot of soot from his cheek. He leans into her touch briefly with an amused smirk before turning his attention to the table, surveying his sons with a rare unguarded fondness. That was until his sharp gray eyes lock on you, and do a double take. 

“Wife, perhaps I was away at the forge too long… I don’t recall us having a daughter.” Fëanor teases, earning a playful swat from Nerdanel, who introduces you properly. 

“Welcome to the House of Fëanor child.” 

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Celegorm the Fair, but instead it's Celegorm the Feral.

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Actually 🤓

Cats do the 'incredibly wide pupils' mode, when they're about to pounce. Take it as you like.

When your boyfriend call your name.

@mai-komagata I hope this is what you had in mind.