#Eol

[chechula]

Aredhel and Eol(in Celtic-style clothes, which is my canon style for Sindar ♥ ♥ ) made with ballpoint pen and cheap markers, the best medium for clothing design *_*

[radbrott]

yea

[ela-draws]

Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang collab with @urwendii

=> AMAZING FIC COMING OUT SOON => Author's AO3

Eol's Fall - Aredhel's escort throwing Eol from Gondolin's cliff. From left to right: Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Eol, Egalmoth

Gondolindrim - The people of Gondolin and Aredhel's family reacting to this. From left to right: Rog, OC, Idril, Turgon, Maeglin, Penlodh

I headcanon that the lords of Gondolin who were Aredhel's guards (Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Egalmoth) were those who killed Eol in the end. I think it's interesting to explore how this event can be considered as kinslaying and how those who were/weren't involved in the First Kinslaying lived it. Especially Glorfindel who did not take part in the kinslaying and felt much guilt about Aredhel's fate.

@tolkienrsb

[nailsinmywall]

Maeglin in gondolin (and curufin laughing at eol)

[thesummerestsolstice]

Assorted thoughts on the Silm AU where all the elves are hobbits:

Eol isn't a bad dude here he's just a hobbit who was raised by men and is therefore very unaccustomed to Hobbit social norms. He takes Aredhel on their honeymoon and everyone think he's kidnapped her. Aredhel loves the trip though, even when Celegorm interrupts it to try and "rescue" her.

Gondolin is a neighborhood that hosts really awesome exclusive parties that very few people get invited too and no one can ever find. Turgon runs all the parties but no one's ever been able to get any information out of him about it.

Maeglin did once get kidnapped by Morgoth and blackmailed for party location information. He showed up and it was the most awkward night anyone there had ever experienced. He didn't even steal anything he just loomed over everyone and made insensitive comments about how short they were. No one blamed Maeglin of course, and he was fine afterwards. Turgon called Morgoth several mildly rude things at the party though so you know he was at the absolute end of his rope.

Caranthir is an aspiring textile merchant who often does trade outside of the Shire. During one of his trips, he meets a dwarfish warrior named Haleth and they end up getting married.

One day two very lost, sad dwarves named Tuor and Turin show up in the Shire and become the absolute talk of the town, especially when Idril (who has completely refused the many gentlehobbits who tried to court her) almost immediately runs off and marries him (say it with me, good for her!) Soon afterwards they have adorable little dwobbit Earendil.

Said Earendil, as a young adult, takes a perilous boat journey up the river to seek the elvish king, Manwe, to tell him that Morgoth is being a huge dick. Manwe is confused about this, because Morgoth was released from elf-jail with a guard who was supposed to stop him from doing anymore crimes. (He got imprisoned first because of an incident involving public drunkenness and tree-related vandalism)

The guard was Sauron. He did not, in fact, stop Morgoth from committing more crimes.

So Manwe and the other elvish nobles (the Valar in the original Silm) go down to the Shire, apprehend Morgoth, and return the stuff he stole.

As an apology for letting Morgoth cause so much chaos down there, Manwe leaves one of his finest warriors to guard the Shire. And that is how Eonwe ends up becoming the first elf ever to be deemed a hobbit-friend.

[eglerieth]

Silm!

[psstwantsomecheese]

Elwing, Eol, Hurin, Maedhros, Nienor, Turgon– was cursing Maeglin even necessary?

[my-deer-legolas]

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

pretty interesting how curufin tells eol "those who steal the daughters of the noldor and wed them without gift or leave do not gain kinship with their kin," but then later, along with celegorm, does something similar and even more unambiguously nonconsensual to luthien. the phrasing -- specifically "daughters of the noldor," not just "daughters" or something similarly broad -- gives the impression that curufin's issue with eol isn't in the fact that he's a creep who "stole" a woman away, but rather in the fact that it was a noldorin woman, and curufin's own cousin and friend, who was "stolen" by eol. you can certainly make the argument, given that he doesn't mention aredhel by name and given the phrasing of the reprimand, that he's not angry for her sake but purely about the fact that, from his point of view, eol failed to show the noldor proper respect by going through all the formalities expected when marrying one of them -- but my preferred reading of this line is that it's both. yes, he's angry on the more impersonal behalf of the noldor, but he's also angry because aredhel is his cousin and friend and he cares about her. and it's kind of... disturbing, almost, to picture curufin so understandably offended and enraged on aredhel's (and his family's) behalf as he rebukes eol -- only to then, a few decades later, lie to, seize, and detain luthien against her will, the entire time seeing her as just a piece of meat to further his and celegorm's political goals. he doesn't care what a horrific violation of her autonomy he and his brother are committing; he doesn't even think about the fate he's sentencing her to in planning to force thingol to marry her to celegorm. her outrage, her fear, her distress -- all of it means nothing to him. it probably doesn't so much as occur to him that aredhel might have experienced the same thing he and celegorm are putting luthien through

[sesamenom]

AU where Aredhel founded Gondolin and Eol nabbed Turgon (and little idril)

(click for quality)

[jennydolfen]

Patreontober - next four pieces

A lot of Mighty Nein 😄

[pothosrays]

recent rain worl content

[carmisse]

Random moments from the Silmarillion PT 3

[ela-draws]

[lacontroller1991]

Lawrence's Physics (Modern! Ernest Lawrence x F!Reader)

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Author's Note: So this is a rip off of Grey's Anatomy (hence the title) but I think it was a good idea. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Mentions of drinking, mentions of one night stands, sexual innuendos, slight age gap, language

Word Count: 1.8k

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Crisp morning air drifts in through your partially open window, the sounds of the cars honking below you causes your eyes to flutter open, instantly regretting getting an apartment facing the rising sun. You’ve been in San Francisco for a week now, having just moved from rural Wyoming and the difference in the atmosphere is palpable. Grimacing at your head throbbing, you push back the blankets and drag heavy feet out of the warm confines of your bed, reaching for a glass of water. “I forget how good water is,” you murmur to yourself, guzzling down the liquid as you walk over to the window, drawing back the shades; the bustling streets of San Francisco laying below you. “Please be good to me today.” A yawn manages to escape from your mouth as you shut the window, stopping the flow of air into your room.

It isn’t until you hear a loud snore that you spin around on your heels, gasping in shock at the lump under your blankets, memories of last night coming back to you in a haze. Memories of you going to the bar with your friends, having one too many drinks, talking to two guys and taking a liking to one, said guy walking you home, said guy going into your apartment, said guy taking off your clothes. Your clothes. Realization dawns on you as your eyes cast down at your body, heat rushing to your cheeks upon noticing that you, as a matter of fact, have no clothes on. “Shit! How could I let this happen?” The lump under the blanket snores abruptly before shifting. You quickly grab the nearest shirt you can find and slip it on, ignoring the fact that it’s way too large for you while you watch in horror as the man reaches out and sits up, blankets pooling around his waist. You have to admit that despite him being a complete stranger, he sure is gorgeous. “Uh hi?”

He blinks the sleep out of his eyes before reaching over to your bedside table and grabbing his glasses, situating them on his face as he squints. “Is that my shirt?”

“Ummm, probably. Yeah. Sorry. I kinda-uh, just slipped it on before you woke.” He smiles softly, running a hand through his hair, hair that you’re almost positive you had your fingers through last night. “No problem, you can keep it. I have tons of shirts at home.” His eyes look around the room, a blush of embarrassment dusts his cheeks. “Can you, uh, hand me those?” Following his pointer finger, your eyes land on a pair of slacks neck to your dress. Not making a sound, you hesitantly cross the room and grip the fabric in your hands, tossing the pants to him before turning around, giving him some privacy. “I’m sorry for waking up like this.”

“Oh there’s nothing to be sorry about, pretty sure I’m the one who invited you inside.” You hear him chuckle as he zips his pants. Turning around, you gasp as you take in how tall and broad he is. He was taller than you at the bar, but now, without heels on, he towers over you. “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I gotta get ready…”

“Ernest.” He extends his hand, taking yours in an awkward handshake.

“Right… I’m (Y/N).”

“That’s a pretty name,” his smile is soft and if you weren’t pressed for time, you would honestly invite him back into bed, but, life has other plans. Like the beginning of the school semester. “I’m not one to normally do this, and I feel awful about it. Could I maybe take you out? On a proper date and not one fueled by alcohol and lust?”

His question shocks you. You’ve had one one night stands before, and it was not as nice as he has been. Besides, you can’t deny how handsome and charming he is, and charming. “Yeah, sure,” you smile, rushing over to your desk and scribbling your number onto a random sticky note before handing him the paper. “Here, feel free to call or text whenever. It was nice meeting you, Ernest.”

He takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and places a feather soft kiss against your knuckles, causing your heart to jump in your throat. “Pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).” The door clicks shut as soon as it is opened, leaving you by yourself.

“So you’re telling me that after you left the bar with that hunk, that you, of all people, slept with him? Wow, California has already changed you.” Elizabeth, your best friend, teases you as you roll your eyes. “I mean I know you did it once back in high school but I thought you swore yourself off. To focus on your academics.” She mocks you as the phone in your pocket vibrates. Elizabeth watches as you take the phone into your hand and read over the text with a smile on your face. “Wow, he’s got you wrapped around his dick. Must’ve been really good to get his number after.”

“Beth!” You chastise, slipping your phone back into your pocket and facing your friend. “Your mouth is seriously disgusting sometimes.” Snorting, she adjusts the strap of her backpack and looks you over. “Please, I’ve heard you say some pretty foul stuff, and I bet you were saying some pretty nasty things last night too,” heat blooms under your cheeks as you glimpse back on the night, graphic scenes playing in your head. 

Ignoring her remarks, you shake your head. “You’re ridiculous. Anyways, we both have an intro to electromagnetism right?” “With Lawrence? Yeah. I heard he’s a good professor but is demanding. Expects perfection.” You enter the room with her at your side, talking in hushed tones before taking a seat near the front

“Serious? The front?”

“What? If you have a problem with it, then sit in the back. I didn’t pay all this money to go to Berkeley and not sit up at the front.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” Your friend grabs your face in her hands and directs it toward the door where you see a figure walk in. A very familiar figure. “Is that?”

“It’s the hunk from the bar!” Her exclamation grabs his attention, hazel eyes immediately settling on you and freezing in his spot. Various students trickle into the classroom but neither you or him pay any mind to them, your eyes not breaking contact. “What are you going to do?” She whispers, her eyes on him as well.

Gulping, you break eye contact, facing your friend who sports a shit eating grin. “I’m going to have to swap out of his class. It’s morally and ethically wrong to sleep with a teacher.” 

“You know that’s bullshit. It’s wrong if you’re doing it for a better grade, but if you’re interested in him, why should his profession get in the way?” A soft buzz brings your attention off the topic and to your phone.

Talk after class? You don’t need to look at him to know that his eyes are burning holes into the back of your head. “What do I do?” Elizabeth peers over the phone and reads the message, a glimmer of interest in her eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe talk to him after class. Hey, do you think his cute friend is here?” You scoff, slightly shoving her as she laughs, the room settling down. 

“Welcome to Physics 140, Intro to Electromagnetism. My name is Dr. Lawrence and I hope you all did your summer reading because we’re going to jump right in.” He gives you one last glance before turning to the board, picking up a piece of chalk and writing equations. “So, according to-” 

“This is going to be a long class.”

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“Alright, that’s all I have for you today. I would recommend getting started on your homework. Never wait until the night that it is due because you will fail and I will not help. Dismissed.” A loud murmur erupts through the room as students grab their things and leave, some going up to him and others rushing out to get to their next class. 

Stirring from beside you, your friend opens her eyes and fakes a yawn, causing you to smile. “Is it over yet?”

“Maybe you would know if you actually paid attention.”

“Easy for you to say, you can just imagine him naked. I bet that keeps your attention.” You punch her arm in annoyance while she rubs it soothingly. “Ow. What was that for?”

“You know what it was for,” it comes out quietly as you watch the students that were talking to him leave, allowing for him to pack up his items. Turning to your friend, you bite your lip. “Do I really have to talk to him?”

“Looks like you don’t have much of a choice.”

“He’s behind me, isn’t he?” She nods with a smirk, quickly grabbing her things and running off, leaving you and Ernest alone. The tension in the air is palpable as you and him try to think of what to say to each other.

“So-” “I-” You both stare at each other before laughing awkwardly. A moment passes before he lets out a sigh.

“Look, if I had known that you were a student, I wouldn’t have joined you last night, but at the same time, I’m glad I did. I just don’t know what this means in terms of going on.”

“You mean, you’re wanting… to continue this?” It comes as a shock to you, but you can’t deny how excited you are at the prospect of continuing a relationship, let alone with your professor.

“Don’t expect any special treatment. I will still grade you as I grade anyone else, but I think I can keep personal separate from professional. The question is, can you?” He towers over you as you try to think of what to say. “Well?”

Coming out of your thoughts, you nod your head while he smirks. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

Nodding his head, he grabs his items and holds out a hand for you to take, easily lifting you from your seat and onto your feet. “Why don’t I take you out tonight? I know a great restaurant down from the faculty house, that way we can get to know each other.”

With a smile you match up to his posture as best as you can. “Sounds like a date.”

[thelien-art]

I really love @chechula gorgeous design for Eöl so I tried drawing it myself - I hope that´s okay

I couldn't add all the details they did because I don´t have the patience :(