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HELLO? GUYS ITS TIED????

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Source: poeticalphotos

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As a therapist, can and will confirm.

they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"

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"Vilya, was made of gold with a great blue sapphire. It was also called the Ring of Sapphire, the Ring of Air or the Blue Ring. Vilya was the most powerful of the three rings of the Elves. It's first keeper was High King Gil-Galad." S2.E2 ∙ Where the Stars are Strange

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The Rings of Power | Season 2 | Aug 29 - Oct 3, 2024 Benjamin Walker as High King Gil-galad and Sam Hazeldine as Adar

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Tease | Celebrimbor

This is a 2nd person version of something @pentaghasm and I wrote. I miss writing. (I’ve been obsessed with Shadow of Mordor)

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“Y/N….”

You beam as you duck behind the table containing his tools, his creasing hammer poised between your fingers as Celebrimbor pursues you across the forge. The rest of the Gwaith-I-Mírdain have retired for the evening. That has left the two of you alone, and Celebrimbor refuses to retire to your shared chambers.

“You,” Celebrimbor laughs in disbelief as you lightly tap the end of his nose before spinning out of the way so he can’t pull you into his embrace. It is the first time that you have been able to catch his attention since Annatar has arrived. “Can have this back when you submit, my love. You can’t work if you don’t have the proper tools!”

He crosses his arms across his chest and narrows his eyes.

“You wish to play this game? Let’s play.”

“Oh, so now you’re taking that as a challenge? What if I just told you that you simply work too much and I want to spend it with you?”

You grin from the other side of the Forge. Just behind you is the table that holds Fëanor’s hammer. You have half a mind to take it and run as far as possible across the city so it will force him out of the forge.

Though he cannot deny the stirring he feels at her antics, he buries it for the moment. “I have certain duties as the Master Smith,” Celebrimbor protests sternly. “Certain responsibilities as the Lord of Eregion.”

“Really now?” You ask. Your fingers wind around Fëanor’s hammer as you watches him approach, but you cannot find it in you to move yet. “And however will that work if I’m to be your wife someday. There’s not supposed to be secrets between us, you know.”

You have purposefully done this to antagonize him, and it’s only for one reason: You have never seen Celebrimbor riled up and you really want to.

“That may be. However, there are responsibilities that even you are unaware of.” Celebrimbor moves with a speed that most have never seen from the Lord of Eregion, stalking toward you with a fire in his eyes. “My hammer, please.”

“And if I say no?”

He steps forward, crowding your personal space and backing you up against a workbench. “Then I may need to resort to other means.”

“Careful. You’re going to ruin Mirdania’s space. You know how she likes to keep it!” You exclaim.

He gives you a long, calculating look. Before you can do anything else, Celebrimbor traps your arms behind your back in one smooth move. You would be lying if you said it didn’t gasp at the motion and feel your knees begin to weaken beneath you.

Fëanor’s hammer clatters to the ground. The other hand is pressed against the small of your back, and you’re so thrilled by the turn of events that you look up at Celebrimbor expectantly. His hair has fallen from its usual precise styling, now a mess of loose curls that allows several to hang solely over his forehead.

Oh.

Celebrimbor leans forward, close enough to kiss you, but instead goes to your ear to murmur lowly, smirking, “I believe this means I win, my dear.”

“Oh no.” You tilt your head and kiss the shell of his ear. Your breath fans warmly across his cheek. “I don’t ever give in without a fight.”

Celebrimbor somehow summons the strength to resist a full body shudder, stomach twisting with desire that steadily grows in his belly. He shifts his hold on you to allow his mouth to descend to your neck. “Two can play at this game.” He growls softly. You know each other too well. This is a dangerous game to play, especially in the forge.

“I will not acquiesce to your demand,” You swallow the knot in your throat, desperately trying to keep your composure and your grasp on his creasing hammer. “Not when I simply said you need to come spend time with me away from the forge. I will run across the city with this hammer if I must.”

His mouth is still busy with your neck, his tongue trailing over the most sensitive part of your neck that makes your knees tremble.

His hands, however…. He reaches around and deftly maneuvers your empty hand between you, and you can feel the effect she has on him. Celebrimbor cannot keep the desire out of his voice as he speaks, hoarsely, “It’s rather a bit late to run, you naughty thing.”

‘’I never wanted to run,” You murmur, breathing heavy. He has you right where you want to be. He could do anything to you and you would gladly accept. “I just wanted you to pay attention. Did it work? I can surely-“

“Don’t you dare,” Celebrimbor growls. He’s then hoisting you over his shoulder and striding toward his private chamber. He enjoys the squeak of surprise that you cannot stop from escaping her lips. Celebrimbor deposits you on his chaise and then turns to shut and then lock the door. The look on his face when he turns back toward you is.. wicked, to say the least.

“You, my dear, have a lesson to learn.”

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New chapter alert. warning there is a lot of panic thoughts in this one. but it get better I promise!! 

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Tease | Celebrimbor

This is a 2nd person version of something @pentaghasm and I wrote. I miss writing. (I’ve been obsessed with Shadow of Mordor)

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“Y/N….”

You beam as you duck behind the table containing his tools, his creasing hammer poised between your fingers as Celebrimbor pursues you across the forge. The rest of the Gwaith-I-Mírdain have retired for the evening. That has left the two of you alone, and Celebrimbor refuses to retire to your shared chambers.

“You,” Celebrimbor laughs in disbelief as you lightly tap the end of his nose before spinning out of the way so he can’t pull you into his embrace. It is the first time that you have been able to catch his attention since Annatar has arrived. “Can have this back when you submit, my love. You can’t work if you don’t have the proper tools!”

He crosses his arms across his chest and narrows his eyes.

“You wish to play this game? Let’s play.”

“Oh, so now you’re taking that as a challenge? What if I just told you that you simply work too much and I want to spend it with you?”

You grin from the other side of the Forge. Just behind you is the table that holds Fëanor’s hammer. You have half a mind to take it and run as far as possible across the city so it will force him out of the forge.

Though he cannot deny the stirring he feels at her antics, he buries it for the moment. “I have certain duties as the Master Smith,” Celebrimbor protests sternly. “Certain responsibilities as the Lord of Eregion.”

“Really now?” You ask. Your fingers wind around Fëanor’s hammer as you watches him approach, but you cannot find it in you to move yet. “And however will that work if I’m to be your wife someday. There’s not supposed to be secrets between us, you know.”

You have purposefully done this to antagonize him, and it’s only for one reason: You have never seen Celebrimbor riled up and you really want to.

“That may be. However, there are responsibilities that even you are unaware of.” Celebrimbor moves with a speed that most have never seen from the Lord of Eregion, stalking toward you with a fire in his eyes. “My hammer, please.”

“And if I say no?”

He steps forward, crowding your personal space and backing you up against a workbench. “Then I may need to resort to other means.”

“Careful. You’re going to ruin Mirdania’s space. You know how she likes to keep it!” You exclaim.

He gives you a long, calculating look. Before you can do anything else, Celebrimbor traps your arms behind your back in one smooth move. You would be lying if you said it didn’t gasp at the motion and feel your knees begin to weaken beneath you.

Fëanor’s hammer clatters to the ground. The other hand is pressed against the small of your back, and you’re so thrilled by the turn of events that you look up at Celebrimbor expectantly. His hair has fallen from its usual precise styling, now a mess of loose curls that allows several to hang solely over his forehead.

Oh.

Celebrimbor leans forward, close enough to kiss you, but instead goes to your ear to murmur lowly, smirking, “I believe this means I win, my dear.”

“Oh no.” You tilt your head and kiss the shell of his ear. Your breath fans warmly across his cheek. “I don’t ever give in without a fight.”

Celebrimbor somehow summons the strength to resist a full body shudder, stomach twisting with desire that steadily grows in his belly. He shifts his hold on you to allow his mouth to descend to your neck. “Two can play at this game.” He growls softly. You know each other too well. This is a dangerous game to play, especially in the forge.

“I will not acquiesce to your demand,” You swallow the knot in your throat, desperately trying to keep your composure and your grasp on his creasing hammer. “Not when I simply said you need to come spend time with me away from the forge. I will run across the city with this hammer if I must.”

His mouth is still busy with your neck, his tongue trailing over the most sensitive part of your neck that makes your knees tremble.

His hands, however…. He reaches around and deftly maneuvers your empty hand between you, and you can feel the effect she has on him. Celebrimbor cannot keep the desire out of his voice as he speaks, hoarsely, “It’s rather a bit late to run, you naughty thing.”

‘’I never wanted to run,” You murmur, breathing heavy. He has you right where you want to be. He could do anything to you and you would gladly accept. “I just wanted you to pay attention. Did it work? I can surely-“

“Don’t you dare,” Celebrimbor growls. He’s then hoisting you over his shoulder and striding toward his private chamber. He enjoys the squeak of surprise that you cannot stop from escaping her lips. Celebrimbor deposits you on his chaise and then turns to shut and then lock the door. The look on his face when he turns back toward you is.. wicked, to say the least.

“You, my dear, have a lesson to learn.”

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Grey | Celebrimbor

something very short to tide you over until i have enough energy to write the rest of the wedding fic (thinking about adding a jealousy drabble and a teasing drabble too...)

tag: @celebrimbormylove @erebusbabylon @ladyoflindon @pentaghasm @thesolarangel @thatlittlered

set during the siege.. will tie into the eventual 3 parter fic

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A single chain falls from your neck as you kneel to examine Celebrimbor’s injuries. You yourself are injured, a wound inflicted to your arm and thigh that drips blood as you tend to the Elf you love who lays on the floor. No matter. Your pain is nothing compared to that of his own.

Celebrimbor is barely conscious, hanging on to the waking world with one hand on his face while the other ventures across his chest and thigh. He’s been much more oriented to the comfort of touch since meeting you. Craving it, seeking it out from you as a selfish man who takes from a giver.

You are more than happy to provide. It distracts him, which is exactly what you were intending to do.

“You aren’t supposed to have that yet,” He croaks. His throat feels as if he has swallowed sand. What one would not give for the mercy of water. “I had it planned…”

Planned?

You keep him talking to distract both yourself and Celebrimbor from the pain. Your leg aches beneath you, the fire from the wounds inflicted by Sauron’s blade burning down to the very bone as you grit your teeth and persevere.

“What? The ring? Mirdania gave it to me when He arrived. She said I needed to keep it safe. What was your elaborate plan, My Love?”

Celebrimbor confesses to you in the darkness and ruin of his forge that the ring around your neck is a symbol of the proposal he’d been planning for weeks prior to Sauron’s arrival. There had simply just not been time to follow through on it.

He is in the middle of explaining said proposal when he realizes all the arrows are out of his chest.

You grin. His handprint stands proud against your cheek, scarlet contrasting against your skin. He hates to stain such purity.

“I… I don’t… how did you do that?”

The circlet on your head grows warmly as your fingers drift downward to his chest.

“You always did say I was magical.” You muse softly.

Celebrimbor does not remember much after that. He remembers feeling quite warm, warm like the fires when winter falls in Eregion and remains curled on his chaise while sketching for his newest project. Warm like the first time he dared to kiss you in the rain, long and slow like the drawn out notes of a crescendo in the melody that is the song of your love drawn out across the years.

More importantly, he is no longer tormented. He is safe from Sauron. That is the most important part. Now you just have to flee from the city.

Sauron’s screams echo outside of the broken tower as you pull away, thankful that your abilities can at least grant him reprieve from the pain. You’re not sure you’re able to fully heal a wound inflicted by another Maiar.

The stone in your circlet dims.

“How do you… Oh.”

He raises a brow. Ah. There it is.

“What is it?” Celebrimbor asks.

Laughter breaks past your lips as you reach out to run your fingers through greying strands of hair streaked with blood. “I’m afraid I’ve gone and made you grey, love.” You say. “Not intentionally. Although, it does quite fit you. Perhaps to make you look even more distinguished then you did before.”

Celebrimbor holds your hand and spreads your fingers apart to kiss each individually before dipping his head to kiss your wrist. “I consider it a love letter,” He muses weakly. It is still painful to move. Painful to think. “I can tell others it was the first real confirmation that you loved me and I knew it to be true.”

You slowly raise him to his feet and brace your good arm around his waist. Celebrimbor, in turn, presses a kiss to your temple and slowly follows you out of the forge to what will be safety.

Shortly enough, you will both be far away from here, and the worst of it will have ended.

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Rereading nightmare this morning and realizing half of it needs taken out because that’s not how the first kiss went 🤪

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i do write for attention, actually, because that's a normal reason to create art

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Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...

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I think about the “heal yourself” line in this scene constantly. Like every time I watch Rings of Power.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 as 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑/𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐍 & 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐘𝐃𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 as 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋

the rings of power 2.08.

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tumblr discourse after 13 years on this fucking website

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A bit more of Much Ado About Nothing with Eve Best and Charles Edwards.