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Warnings: Past child abuse, flashbacks, implied torture, canon-typical violence, major character death, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, smut

Pairings: Sauron/Maeglin

Summary: Mairon takes care of those who are loyal to him.

Ohhh my god, after three years, I've FINALLY written the last chapter to this fic!

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And what if tomorrow there's nobody there to call out?

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, referenced abuse, referenced non-consensual drugging, referenced character death, violence, flashbacks

Pairings: None

Summary: When memories and awareness blur together, Maedhros realizes that Finrod understands far more than he thought. Set in @outofangband's dark Arafinwë AU.

Truth be told, I'd been working on this thing for about a month already, but it coincidentally fit the theme for day one of @tolkiengenweek, so I figured as good a reason as any to force myself to actually finish it.

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What your favourite Silm character says about you (part 2)

@twink-with-an-agenda you've probably long since forgotten about this but I haven't. Congratulations lol As always, these are all in good fun.

Part 1

Fingolfin: You think you're a responsible, mature adult, but deep down, you know it's a lie.

Turgon: You have been staring at your computer screen for too long and need to go get a glass of water and a snack. (No, seriously, do it.)

Aredhel: You have your MBTI type in your bio and are still clinging to the idea that it's scientific. If you ship her with Celegorm, you also know your enneagram type.

Argon: You don't exist.

Finarfin: You're either an only child or have cut contact with your parents. Probably not both, though.

Finrod: You have 20 fandom tags blocked minimum because you know discourse makes you irrationally angry and you have enough self-control to avoid it.

Angrod: You either ship him with Caranthir or are eternally suffering because that's the only art you can find of him.

Aegnor: You vastly overestimate the popularity of the music you listen to and probably believe the average person on the street knows who Cavetown is. (Hint: they don't)

Galadriel: Already addressed here.

Aulë: You're a Fëanorian apologist.

Tulkas: You believe you like him because he's cool and strong. In reality, you envy him because you wish you too could live up to the expectations that have been placed upon you without your say.

Yavanna: You consider yourself the parent of your friend group. Whether or not your friends agree with that sentiment is unclear.

Ulmo: You're an actual parent. Like you have raised or are raising a whole-ass child.

Oromë: See Celegorm's description in part 1. Now replace the 99 with 100.

Literally any other Vala not listed either here or in part 1: Are they really your favourite? Are you sure?

Huan: How does it feel to be objectively correct? Everyone else can go home, the dog is always the right answer.

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Oh yeah also I'm doing artfight this year, dm me if you have any silm OCs I can attack lol

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April Fic Recs

The One

Author: LittleMissCactus Characters: Maedhros and Eru Illuvatar Rating: Gen Word Count: 1190

He suddenly felt a presence behind him, and he whirled around, but no one was there. A warm breeze caressed his face and a voice echoed around him, impossible to place or describe, not gendered but not androgenous, and undoubtedly kind. "Maitimo. You have taken care of others for so long. Let yourself take care of yourself now." Maedhros's blood ran cold. "I know not who you are or how you know my name, but if you wanted to save me, it is too late. I've jumped.” He felt the presence smile, even if he still saw nothing. "I am that I am. But who are you, Maitimo?” "I am nothing now. I will go to Mandos and suffer the burden of the oath with my brothers until Maglor joins us." "No. You are still my dear Maitimo, and I have never stopped loving you."

In which Maedhros Fëanorian is allowed to rest for five minutes. Sometimes you want your favourite characters to be put through the wringer. Sometimes you just want to be happy and that is this fic and it’s wonderful. Author handles such a gentle but also complex discussion between Meadhros and the One so well. Leaves me feeling all the good feels.

Note: As is probably quite clear there’s a lot of religious imagery and themes in this fic, which I personally love, but am aware some people don’t so just putting that there

Read here. Author’s Tumblr: @littlemisscactus

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Uh so I made a character bingo if anyone wants to try it (:

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Oh my god, you're my secret santa?? Literally last night I was reading your advent calendar fic (which was phenomenal, by the way) and thinking to myself that I need to check out more of your work in the morning haha

This is so cute!! It brought me so much joy and I was grinning like an idiot by the end. And Maeglin having been brought back to Angband instead of dying after Gondolin fell is a plot point I've been obsessed with for ages now (@outofangband can confirm), but I feel like you couldn't have known that?? Cause I don't think I've publicly posted about it before??

UGH and both characters are written so WELL! Their voices feel completely their own and I love the way you described that fire behind Maeglin's eyes. He's such a nuanced character and your portrayal is just 11/10

If I wasn't already planning on binge-reading all the fics on your ao3 once I have time, I certainly am now

I promise you I'm not broken (I promise you there's more)

My @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift for @jail-crow-of-mandos!

Celebrimbor & Maeglin

The Elf kneels. Dark hair hides his face. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and rough with disuse.

"My Lord, I surrender myself to you. I pledge to accept whatever punishment you deem just, and offer whatever recompense I can to make amends for the harm I have wrought."

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Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel

Rating: G

Word Count: 1019

Imladris has been snowed in. Neither Glorfindel nor Erestor are thrilled about this, but for very different reasons.

Written for @officialtolkiensecretsanta, for @doodlinglisy! I had fun writing this silly little piece, so hopefully you have fun reading it too!

Erestor hated the winter.

He was never good with children at the best of times, but trying to tame two increasingly restless twins as they were bouncing off the walls and desperate to go outside in the middle of a blizzard was nigh unbearable. If they were his children, he'd let them. After all, in his youth, he'd been sent to play outside whatever the weather, and the twins were old enough to know not to try walking on the frozen pond. But when he had suggested it to Elrond, he had been silenced by a pointed look to where Glorfindel's cloak hung on the wall.

Ah.

Erestor knew in theory that Glorfindel had crossed the Helcaraxë with the House of Fingolfin, but it hadn't occured to him until now that, while he never said anything of the matter, Glorfindel would have been witness to the same horrors he had heard others speak of in hushed voices. He didn't raise the subject again.

That, of course, didn't help the present situation, and he pressed his fingers to his temples as the boys' squabbles echoed in the small room. Well, if they couldn't go outside in the storm, Erestor would just have to make them their father's problem. They could catch up another day.

Once the room was empty, Erestor took a long breath, taking in the blessed silence. This was much better.

Glorfindel hated the winter.

The frost made his fingers tingle in a way that was all too familiar, and he could feel his extremities burning with the memory. He refused to even acknowledge the sounds that rung in his ears, and drowned them out with chatter, either with others or talking to himself.

That is how he ended up here: sitting at a somewhat awkward angle by the fireplace with a muffled pops resounding from a pan he had buried in the embers on one side, and a plate of already roasted chestnuts on the other. Between humming to himself and the nuts bursting, he could drown out his thoughts quite nicely as he focused on removing the shells. It was almost meditative. Take a nut, press on the shell until it cracks, peel it off, set it aside. His fingers were black with soot by now, but if he noticed, he didn't care.

Presently, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder and he smiled, immediately recognizing the lithe fingers.

“Mm… lesson's over already?”

“I let them go early. They seemed uninterested in learning arithmetic today.” Erestor's voice was hoarse and flat, and Glorfindel didn't have to ask why.

“They never are.” Glorfindel took the hand on his shoulder and brought it to his lips. “To let them out early seems unusually charitable for you.”

“Hmph. It was hardly for their sake.” Despite his words, there was a mirthful glimmer in Erestor's eyes.

“Ah, I should have known,” Glorfindel said with a laugh, though it came out as more of a tired wheeze. The look on Erestor's face told Glorfindel that he knew something deeper dwelled beneath the service, but he had the decency not to ask about it. “Sit with me.”

Erestor obeyed, kneeling next to Glorfindel on the floor and eyeing the chestnuts. “What are these?”

“Something to do,” Glorfindel shrugged. He nudged the plate aside and wrapped an arm around Erestor, who was quite content to lean against his side and shut his eyes.

“Hm,” Erestor acknowledged quietly before tucking his frigid hands beneath Glorfindel's thighs to warm them. “You're much warmer than I am.”

“I've been sitting by the fire all day,” Glorfindel smiled, brushing a knuckle over Erestor's cheek, “Of course I'm- what?” Erestor had suddenly wrinkled his nose.

“Your fingers. You'll get soot on my face,” Erestor said with a huff.

“Ah- so I am. Let me just…” Glorfindel used his sleeve to wipe Erestor's cheek, only to realize that his sleeves were covered in soot too and he was only blackening more of Erestor's face. “Ah… never mind.”

Erestor couldn't help but crack a smile at that, though he was quick to hide it by pressing his face into the crook of Glorfindel's neck. “You idiot…”

Glorfindel's eyes twinkled mischievously. “Maybe, but you seem to only be drawing closer. Perhaps this was my strategy all along, hm?”

“And was it?”

“…No,” Glorfindel confessed with a laugh, a real one this time.

Upon hearing it, Erestor looked up and his eyes glinted with a strange satisfaction that Glorfindel couldn't place.

“Good. I prefer it that way.”

A soft puff of air left Glorfindel's nose and he pulled Erestor closer, who reached up to offer a quick peck to his cheek in turn before pressing his face back into his chest. Gently, Glorfindel allowed his eyes to close and he rested his chin on the top of Erestor's head.

“You fit perfectly in my arms,” Glorfindel said, only half-aware that he was speaking out loud, “It's as though they were made specifically to hold you.”

Any other day, Erestor would have protested, accused Glorfindel of waxing poetic and generally being a sentimental fool. Today, he just smiled and allowed himself to enjoy the affection so freely given. After a moment, he did speak, but not to complain.

“I hope you know that I do appreciate you. You… always make me feel loved,” he said, voice uncharacteristically meek.

Glorfindel stilled and looked down at Erestor. The silence that followed was heavy, but not unpleasant, wrapping around them like a thick quilt. Such weighted declarations were commonplace to pass Glorfindel's lips, but it was alien on Erestor's tongue, growing all the stronger for it.

“…Thank you,” Glorfindel said after several minutes, and he meant it in more ways than one.

Erestor didn't respond to that, only drawing his legs in to curl up fully in Glorfindel's arms. They spoke no further, and for a long while, they basked in each other's company, the only sounds in their ears being each other's soft breaths and the distant popping of chestnuts.

And maybe, just maybe, they didn't hate the winter so very much after all.

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hi, it's your secret santa again

wonderful, I'm very excited to start writing now!

and I'm glad I asked, because from the phrasing in the assignment I thought you specifically wanted hurt/no comfort and I was fully prepared to write some very painful things :)

Hahaha I'm glad too! Though admittedly now I'm a little curious to what you originally had planned pfpfpf

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hi, I'm your secret santa for TSS!

I'd like to ask, before I start writing, how do you feel about queerplatonic Maeglin+Celebrimbor?

also, it's not quite clear from the assignment, did you mean that you want hurt/no comfort or that you do NOT want hurt/no comfort?

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Heya! Queerplatonic Maeglin and Celebrimbor sounds great! And I'd prefer no hurt/no comfort. I'm a massive slut for hurt/comfort, though

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What do you mean this isn't how the conversation went

Source

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I am. So sorry. I leave you for a decade and come back with this abomination. Idk I was practising how different fabric drapes and this just. Happened.

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A bit stuck in my artblock so I'm putting this here! If you have a character you want me to draw, be my guest :)

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Hey yall haven't posted here for fifty years, mostly because school and chronic fatigue have been kicking my ass, and when I do have the energy to draw, I keep drawing my gd d&d party akdjskd

Rest assured that I am still just as deep in this fandom as ever, and if you ever want to chat about headcanons and stuff, feel free to shoot me a message!

Anyway, if you do want to see my d&d art and other miscellaneous drawings that don't fit this blog, I made a blog for them @did-it-indeed-said-mrs-reed

No posts there yet, but I'll populate it eventually. As for this blog, I'm gonna start drawing more shitposts and stuff of that ilk bc that takes less time and energy than proper art, and I figure at least that way I'll be able to post something for yall. Also gonna probably post more relating to @outofangband and my aus so look forward to that lmao

Anyway I've rambled on long enough. I didn't mean for this post to be this long oops bye

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0 braincells, just brain screaming "reformed Melkor AU" at me over and over again