#(and Uinen too tbh)

[eri-pl]

Silm Advent calendar 5: Sand

Warnings: fire (visual), typical Silm level of impled violence.

Turgon knelt on the sand, pondering Lord Ulmo's words.

He would resist Morgoth the longest... His memory went back to the happier times, when the Enemy—then hidden back behind politeness and fair looks—always had seemed to avoid him. Yes, of course the hope came from the West, all came from the West, but it felt good to be a weapon of this hope.

He would resist.

He left the beach, contemplating the armor he had to make and the city he would soon move to. His city. The mightiest, hidden, impenetrable. Beautiful.

Turgon sat on his throne, amazed by the young mortal's words which seemed as powerful as if said by one of the Valar. (They had been said, it didn't feel that long ago. But this was his home, and it was mighty, hidden, impenetrable and beautiful.)

He would block the secret door.

Yes, that should do it.

Turgon hid in his tower, staying behind like— there was only one king who would not come to the battlefield. Better not to think about him now.

The Noldor would surely win, the city was mighty and beautiful.

Turgon knelt on the sand again, in the shallow water. Gems covered the brilliant shore, but his robes were now simple. (How long has it been?). The waves tickled his chest.

"I am a fool. I was utterly stupid. And vain, cowardly, and somehow unable to understand the simplest instructions. I have gotten all the people who trusted me killed. Except the ones my daughter saved but not thanks to me. I was a fool."

The sea roared and water sprayed his face as he spoke and spoke, but there was no answer. So he spoke further, closing his eyes to stop the tears from coming.

"I refused to listen, to care about anything outside my tiny hiding hole and I thought I was safe, I was willing to abandon everyone else and yet— And you had told me all that. In detail. And yet. I—"

A mighty wave slammed into Turgon and enveloped him save only his face. "You were a fool. But you are my fool. I forgive you."

He opened his eyes and cried into Lord Ulmo's arm, tears mixing with the seawater. They embraced for long, until the tide changed and the sun rose, painting the beach in gold.

[xalatath]

it’s that time of the night i remind you that you’re amazing and cool and hot and i want you to stab me. also Chamomile and Papyrus for the random ask game -❤️‍🩹

Twirls my hair...Come here I also want to stab you :>

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

Literally anything tbh...I like collecting weird objects and oddities so I guess stuff like that. Also bones and any sort of blade. But like if someone presented me with a really nice feather they found outside or smth i would be very happy about it. Its nice to know something made u think of me at all, its crazy that i exist in other peoples minds

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

Okay tbh i just listen to the entire album on repeat A LOT. I like it because its fast and kinda chaotic compared to the other songs on the album, really gives that "i'm fucking miserable so i have to cause problems on purpose" feeling

I really love the story behind revenge, a man making a deal with the devil to kill 1000 evil men in return for his lover being brought back to life. This song is the 2nd track and where he begins this quest. I have a revenge au for thu and uinen in my head and its really easy to imagine uinen as the narrator of this song so i like that aspect too lol

[eri-pl]

Maybe they did call. Maybe Uinen came and said "remember Alqualonde, you [redacted]!" and helped Osse drown them until Ulmo came with a deep sigh and said "Leave some alive, I need one. Also, um, you shouldn't be doing that but I'm too tired to have this discussion for the 2425th time."

[tbh I wouldn't call Turgon a servant of Ulmo. More like a protegee? It's not like he always listened to what Ulmo told him.]

[Ossë's] spouse is Uinen, the Lady of the Seas, whose hair lies spread through all waters under sky. All creatures she loves that live in the salt streams, and all weeds that grow there; to her mariners cry, for she can lay calm upon the waves, restraining the wildness of Ossë.

I love the wording of this, because it conjures up images of sailors caught in a tempest at sea, yelling into the storm, "Uinen, come and collect your man! He's doing the thing again!"