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[zealouswerewolfcollector]

Oh! This is you! Hello! (I get lost in people's different identities on different platforms 😆)

Hi! Yes :D I regret accepting this tumblr-offered username a little, but now I'm too attached to it to change it. At least my discord and Ao3 names are mostly the same.

[arlenianchronicles]

Ahh it’s here!!! Thank you so much for interviewing me!! It was an absolute treat to work with you, and an honour to be included in the Fanartics column <333

This week, we are thrilled to introduce our newest newsletter column, Tolkien Fanartics, which will focus on everything that is art-related to do with Tolkien. For the inaugural article, the column's lead writer, @anerea-lantiria, had the chance to chat with the artist @arlenianchronicles (Cassandra) about her artwork, her approach to her work, and her journey to becoming an artist.

If you've spent any time in the #silmarillion tag on Tumblr, you've seen Cassandra's art: its vivid, luminous quality fairly leaps from the screen, and her willingness to tackle some of the most emotionally fraught scenes in the legendarium gives her work a narrative quality that invites contemplation of the stories and relationships behind her characters. You can read Anérea's interview with ArlenianChronicles here.

P.S. If you don't get our weekly email newsletter, you can subscribe here. Each week's edition includes fanworks added to the SWG that week, SWG news, and a rundown on ongoing events around the Tolkien fandom ... and of course our regular columns like Tolkien Fanartics!

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(Posting again because apparently some people didn't get the notification. Apologies if I've spammed you twice. Oh, Tumblr, I don't think I'll ever get the hang of you.)

A new fic in the Montreal Confidential series is now up! Read White Lace and Promises here.

Two years after the events of Montreal Confidential, Crowley has been hired to play at a fancy society wedding. This means a weekend away at a posh hotel for him and Aziraphale – something they’re both looking forward to. It should be pure fun, but the occasion dredges up complicated feelings. And meanwhile, Crowley’s colleague, Eric, keeps casting flirty looks in Crowley’s direction.

Or find the whole Montreal Confidential series here.

@elfscribe @copperplatebeech @twilightcitysky @seedsofwinter @flantasticclaude @anerea-lantiria @ashfae @siriosa @andromeda4004 @sarahthecoat @thebyrchentwigges @voluptatiscausa @cassandralie @pineappleonbread @bildadthemidwife @naefelldaurk @susanwhynow @badaziraphaletakes @sgam76 @hawt-pants-exe @aint-no-thoughts-here @dragonnan @i-must-confess-i-am-an-idiot

[eilinelsghost]

Atanatárissë

Fic by @eilinelsghost; Art by @anerea-lantiria For @tolkienrsb 2023

Fic Rating: T; Art Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anárion & Elendil, Finrod/Bëor, Hiril/Hathaldir, Hiril & Rían, Hiril & Beleth, Andreth/Aegnor, Andreth & Adanel, Bëor & Belen, Belen & Finrod, Belen & Baran, Bëor & Baran Characters: Anárion, Bëor, Finrod, Silmariën, Hiril, Hathaldir, Rían, Beleth, Andreth, Adanel, Aegnor, Belen, Baran Word Count: 16,914

In Nargothrond in the First Age, Bëor wrote down the oral tradition of his people to pass on to his younger son, Belen. Throughout the rest of that age and the next, his descendants preserve this book through grief and joy, war and cataclysm, from the highlands of Dorthonion to the fall of Númenor, and reencounter the mythology of their people in the ongoing dance of memory and immortality.

Atanatári: (Quenya) The Fathers of Men Issë: (Quenya) Knowledge, Lore

"Belen [was the] second son of Bëor the Old, to whom the wisdom of Bëor (for Bëor himself had been one of the wise) was chiefly transmitted." - Introductory notes to the "Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth," Morgoth's Ring, page 306

I am thrilled to finally get to share Atanatárissë with you all! I was so nervous going into TRSB this year - I've never done an event before and am very new both to writing fanfic and to online fandom in general - but this has been one of the most delightful writing experiences I've ever had. I have so much gratitude to @anerea-lantiria for this incredible art and for the amazing encouragement she's given throughout this whole process. It has been such a joy to work together on this project and I'm indebted to you for providing the inspiration that allowed this piece to come to life.

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Featuring art from @anerea-lantiria, article by @dawnfelagund

Although Star Trek and media fandom are often credited as the beginning of fanfiction, the first fanfiction texts are much older than that and oriented in book fandoms. (The first fanfics are older even than the term fanfiction!) The first two known Tolkien fanfics appeared in the 1960 fanzine I Palantir, and they couldn't be more different.

This Cultus Dispatches column from @silmarillionwritersguild analyzes these two old fics, in particular how they illustrate the fan studies concept of affirmational and transformational fandom. Transformational fandom is often depicted as the fertile field where fanworks grow, but Tolkien fanworks (and probably many other fandoms' fanworks as well) defy this, drawing on affirmational elements oriented in mastery of canon and consideration of Tolkien's authority. The earliest Tolkien fanfics not only show how both "types of fandom" can give rise to fanworks but how, even in fanworks that clearly belong to one or the other, elements of the other fandom approach are essential to making a particular story work.

You can read the article "Affirmational Fandom, Transformational Fandom, and Two Old Tolkien Fanfics" here.

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not a sunday. the sentences? i'm not counting all that

Thank you to @wanderer-on-the-steppe, @theworldisquietheretooquiet, @meadowlarkx, @thelordofgifs! <3This is from this morning's self-indulgent brainstorming.

The people of Mithrim and the Falas had said of the bard-king only, A tyrant to his own, generous to useful strangers, too fond of war – and Galadriel and all her frost-bitten ladies scoffed in deepest disdain whenever the regency was spoken of. Daeron had prepared his diplomacy and his lays, gone to the feasting expecting a show of haughtiness, fine arrogance, competitive courtesy perhaps.  But the rider wearying plain singer-braids dismounted from the biggest, ugliest horse Daeron had ever seen and walked up to him, splendid in silk and samite and silver pauldrons; and gathered Daeron’s hands in his large, ungainly palms to bend over them and kiss them, before even turning to do obeisance to any of his royal kin. “At last,” said Maglor of the Gap, smiling disarmingly, so sincere it filled and overfilled the air with the sweet, dizzying truth-speaking of his voice. “I have heard your coming for days and days, Master Daeron. How dearly the land gladdens in love of your passing! At last I have seen you, and I begin to understand it.” “Brother,” the Lord of Himring said, voice barely inflected; Daeron gathered this was what passed for good humour among the lords of the Noldor. To Daeron he said, almost wry, “Pray forgive my lord Lieutenant. I can well attest that he has been a humble student of your work for all his life, with varying levels of mastery.”

I am not sure who has and hasn't been tagged a hundred times already, so here goes, with zero pressure: @melestasflight, @samarqqand, @welcomingdisaster, @slightnettles, @ettelene, @thescrapwitch, @minamvrray, @anerea-lantiria

[spiced-wine-fic]

Throwback Thursday

Thank you for mentioning me @cuarthol 🤗 Not so far back for me, this was written in 2019.

Behind them, as he turned to look back, the mountains loomed, black and threatening. Above Utumno, their worked pillars spiked into a monstrous iron-black crown that frowned down across the world.

And now I have seen the one who wears that crown...

His throat closed convulsively. We are still too close. He turned to hold his people, all those whom had survived, in the embrace of his gaze. He knew that they needed to enact their release, to feel it in bone and soul and blood, but it was too dangerous. He made a tiny gesture with one finger, Wait. Not yet.

They ran on, down through the wild hills, past the bright laughter of thin streams, across grass that skimmed soft and buoyant under their feet, and the pressure in Élernil, in all of them built and built and was held, hammered down, strangled until — now.

They stopped as one. Then, as if a string had been cut, they sank to their knees, raised their heads and screamed. The sound ripped through the mild, grey morning, desolate, brutal. Birds rose, clattering from the trees in squawking alarm. Deep within the release, they did not see or hear. Some broke into wild laughter so terrible that it burnt the throat and scorched Élernil’s soul. They tore at their faces, their hair, wept, clawed into the grass as if digging their own graves. But their dark graves lay northward, under the iron crown that had devoured their souls and buried what was left of them. Leaving...whatever they were, now. Another kind of monster

Tagging @minquelie, @ettelene @lucifers-cuvette @pinksiamese @nuredhel @cycas @jane-ways @sallysavestheday @anerea-lantiria @nocompromise-noregrets @independence1776 @gellalaer @sauroff @feanors-silmarils @thescrapwitch @thehungrycity @sallysavestheday @virgulesmith Anyone who’s not done it and wants to :)

[polutrope]

Ficlets: Sindar and Others

Part 3 of fills for the Silmarillion Phrase Prompts

I have now completed 20 prompt fills from this list and, although I have two more in my Asks that I may yet do, I have decided to unofficially tie off the series at a nice round 20.

Thank you to everyone who sent me prompts, you kept me writing through the summer with these bite-sized inspirations! Here's the collection featuring various Sindar, Ingwion, and Túrin. (Pt. 1: Fëanorians, Pt 2: Nolofinwëans and Arafinwëans.)

Into the Mists (Tumblr | AO3) for @starspray. Daeron & Olwë. G, 744 words. As he prepares to lead a faction of the Teleri onwards on their journey West, Olwë speaks to Daeron about the decision to remain behind.

Listen to the Song (Tumblr | AO3) for @anerea-lantiria. Beleg & Daeron. G, 984 words.

A Lullaby (Tumblr | AO3) for @carlandrea. Eluréd & Elurín & Lúthien. Lúthien helps her grandsons harness the power of song.

The Valour of the Children (Tumblr | AO3) for @sallysavestheday. Ingwion, Ancalagon. G, 617 words. Ingwion faces Ancalagon in the War of Wrath.

Giving Shape (Tumblr | AO3) for @ruiniel. Sador & Túrin. G, 811 words. Young Túrin is frustrated that he cannot assemble the toy Sador made for him. Sador helps him give his feelings shape with a different task.

[naryaflame]

3 Things

@grundyscribbling and @admirablemonster tagged me to say 3 things I'm proud of from 2022.

1. I’m proud to have run TRSB again for a fifth (and final, for me) time.

2. I’m also very proud of the fics I wrote for the event - Willow-Meads, And Radishes For Tea, and Aching Wings.  Especially the last one, as I picked the pinch hit up in mid August!

3. I have successfully reached the 12 month mark with my puppy.  He is obedient, sociable, and neither of us went insane, so I call that a win. Tagging @spiced-wine-fic @thegentlestmaenad @anerea-lantiria @starspray @nienna324 @joyfullynervouscreator @lathalea @ettelene @gratuacuun @hauntedsiriel-blog @independence1776 @edgeoflight @hhimring @cycas and anyone else who wants to play.

[nothinghereisworking]

Female Character Tolkien Fanfic Appreciation

Canon Female Character (CFC) Original Female Character (OFC) Non-Canon Female Character (N-CFC)

Bells and Drum @hhimring Rated: T OFC(s)

Playing in Gondolin on the feast of Tarnin Austa (no, not that last Tarnin Austa), Salgant remembers a long-ago music lesson in Valinor.

i'll be waiting here till the stars fall out of the sky  @admirablemonster Rated: E OFC(s)

Hemmoril, Maglor's best friend and horsemaster, says a quick goodbye to her wife Gweriel as the Dagor Bragollach looms.

The Marks That Bind Us @polutrope Rated: T OFC

“Lachend,” I called to him, “you stain the waters with the blood of the slain.”

In Ossiriand after Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Celegorm meets the Green-elf he deserves.

Mothers @melestasflight Rated: G CFC

The music of each of her children had been different. Maitimo’s a gentle flame. Shy at first but growing ever steadier, brighter, its warmth spreading to her fingers and feet as if she had eaten a fruit of Laurelin. - After the exile of her children, Nerdanel heals and nurtures a love of a different kind.

A welcome distraction @ettelene  Rated: E CFC

Nerdanel is trying to work, but Fëanor has other ideas.

If Ever She Sang  @sallysavestheday Rated: G CFC

Elwë was not the first Elf Melian drew into Nan Elmoth. He was the first of them to survive. A love story, of sorts.

Of Circles and Cycles @anerea-lantiria Rated: G CFC(s)

A young Andreth comes to live with Adanel...

Women of the House of Finwë @scedasticity Rated: T CFC(s)

My writings for Finwëan Ladies' Week 2022.

Eggshells chestnut_pod Rated: G OFC(s)

A few white-winged terns skimmed the waves in the distance. Linglas watched them swirl, wishing she could peck a fish from the waves with only her beak. Their pale wings scratched at the horizon, growing larger, and larger–

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One hungry year after the first fleet of Edain landed on Númenor's shores, still wet with seawater, ships arrive in Rómenna from the west.

Varda's Light Shines In Their Petals @daegred-winsterhand Rated: G CFC

When Nerdanel feels homesick, Fëanor brings her something to cheer her up.

Sisters Elves_Behaving_Badly Rated: E CFC(s)

Amarië, Eldalótë, and Elenwë spend a day at the hot springs where they enjoy wine, philosophical discussions, and one another's bodies.

Hands on your knees, you can braid my hair @curanthir Rated: G N-CFC

Finrod wakes up and thinks about her relationship with her wife

Star Silk @oopsbirdficced Rated: G CFC

Galadriel loves the way Celeborn makes her feel.

Easing the Leaving @maglors-anion-gap Rated: G CFC(s)

The door did not open immediately.  At this time of night, and in these circumstances, Nerdanel had no reason to expect friendly company.  There was not even a window through which Nerdanel might see her.  The scrape of the bolt sliding back did come. Sornafelmë was reminded of Fëanáro then, and how he'd set a peephole into the door of his workshop - as he put it, for determining if his guests merited his attention.  But while Nerdanel's door opened slowly, it did open.  

The answer lies in limbo and the harvest will be hard @quixoticanarchy Rated: G CFC

"If by sky-bound ship Eärendil shall pass again by Middle-earth," said Elwing, "then by sea shall I do the same."

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Elwing sails back toward forbidden shores for possible closure and difficult conversations; Innumerable Stars 2021 treat fic.

To die in the light @skyeventide Rated: M OFC(s)

When she pushes herself through a tight hole in the ground, she wonders if perhaps she has not dug herself upside down and, rather than emerging to the surface of the land, she hasn’t instead found the blackest corners of Thangorodrim. * A thrall escapes Angband. This is the journey of what comes after.

Incarnate Pleasures @disasterousexpense Rated: E CFC(s)

Appreciating the diverse and beautiful breasts of the legendarium, through canon and canon-compatible pairings. Ongoing series, fill for silmkinkmeme!

Sic vita est @i-did-not-mean-to Rated: T N-CFC(s)

Based on the lovely art #148 by maglorslostsilmaril (lovely author AND writer!), this is a collection of short stories about the different daughters of Fëanor and the chaos that seems to pursue them obstinately. Beta-ed by the amazing cuarthol (again, excellent author, please go check it out!!!)

It's a series of ludicrous, humorous, and often light-hearted incidents with softer (and sometimes slightly sad) undertones.

We hope that you'll find some pleasure in this; I have taken a few liberties when it came to ages and timelines in order to make all the babies meet and this is far from canon-compliant.

Basically, it's a happier retelling for all the characters, a re-do if you so want, and I truly hope that you'll feel the love and the hope in it.

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@busymagpie's art shows eloquent and expressive character portraits, most often depicting characters in moments of comfort and bliss. In this month's Tolkien Fanartics column, @anerea-lantiria interviewed Busymagpie about her work: her approach to art, her evolution as an artist, and of course, her OTP, Maedhros/Fingon, all accompanied by a selection of her work.

Having started serious work on her art at the age of fourteen, Busymagpie has been drawing every day ever since. Mostly self-taught, she says of her work, "Art, and fanart in particular, is a way for me to tell stories." And her work does exactly that. Whether a cozy family gathering, a tender moment between a couple, or sometimes something spicer, her grasp of character and expression brings Silmarillion characters to life on the screen.

You can read this month's interview with Busymagpie here.

[maggiehoneybite]

The final chapter of Montreal Confidential is now up!

Thank you to those of you who have been reading along. There may be a one-off fic in the same verse coming in the future.

Read the whole fic here.

@elfscribe @copperplatebeech @twilightcitysky @seedsofwinter @flantasticclaude @anerea-lantiria @ashfae @siriosa @hasturswig @andromeda4004 @sarahthecoat @thebyrchentwigges @voluptatiscausa @cassandralie @pineappleonbread @tragic-cosmic-magic @valquainton @bildadthemidwife

[eilinelsghost]

Throwback Thursday

Thanks to @sallysavestheday for the tag to re-share my 2023 TRSB piece in light of the recent gallery opening.

Atanatárssë (T: 16,914 words)

Written for @anerea-lantiria's gorgeous art (below and embedded in the piece).

In Nargothrond in the First Age, Bëor wrote down the oral tradition of his people to pass on to his younger son, Belen. Throughout the rest of that age and the next, his descendants preserve this book through grief and joy, war and cataclysm, from the highlands of Dorthonion to the fall of Númenor, and reencounter the mythology of their people in the ongoing dance of memory and immortality.

“Do ye hold that you speak with them, then? Those dead who have gone forth before thee?” Aikanáro had watched her, mesmerized as the quern ran its rounds beneath her hands. “Speak with them? Nay. But it is in memory that we carry them onward, holding life for them yet, by and within our own.” She had fallen silent for a long moment, then met his eye in a quick glance, sharp and searching. “By such we scorn fate’s maw, and make them deathless as thee.” Now Andreth ground the wheat in defiance. Her muscles burned as she gripped the haft and hauled the quern round and back again, each pass now a rumble of anger. Aegnor would no longer stand beside the whirling stone, his shoulder would not rest again upon the carved post beside the window, nor his eyes dart along with the work of her hands. For all his assertions that memory was the task of the Eldar, he had scorned its worth in the end. The final grains of wheat scuttled down through the eye and at last the stone slowed, fell still. Andreth stepped back, breathing heavily, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. It eased her restlessness to set the fury within these daily tasks, her pain beaten into the washing, her tears carded into the new-sheared wool, her anger spinning and cracking and shattering the kernels of grain till it formed a new substance, soft and bright and filled with possibility.

Tagging @that-angry-noldo, @searchingforserendipity25, @welcomingdisaster, and @thelordofgifs to re-share your fics too, if you'd like!

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Ambarkanta: The Shape of the World as envisioned by Matej Cadil is one of the fan made maps featuring in this article.

Tolkien cared very much for the geography of his second world, which extended to making multiple maps to help him visualize place and nail down details such as travel times. This proclivity has passed on to many of his fans. Many of us recall poring over the map in our first copy of The Lord of the Rings or flipping frequently to the back of of The Silmarillion to find a location on its map.

For other fans, Tolkien's cartography has inspired them to build beyond what he gave us by making their own maps of his world. @anerea-lantiria's new series within the Tolkien Fanartics column focuses on fan-made maps of Tolkien's world. In the first part, she looks at maps that detail the building of Arda and of Aman, areas that, compared to the well-trodden paths of the Lord of the Rings, Hobbit, and even Silmarillion maps, require a lot more digging, conjecture, and imagination. In addition to finding stunning examples of maps of Tolkien's earliest legendarium, @anerea-lantiria spoke with several artists about how they envision the maps they make, blending Tolkien's canon with their own imaginings.

You can read Anérea's "Mapping Arda, Part I: Terraforming" here, published by @silmarillionwritersguild.

[searchingforserendipity25]

fic stat game

    Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

I will be cheating outrageously by keeping it to this year’s fics, because otherwise I don't think any of them would be Tolkien fics, and it was my beloved Tolkien mutual @slightnettles who tagged me!

Most hits: The Straying, a short rewrite of the Red Riding Hood fairytale I am actually quite happy with (For Tolkien fics, tho, it was Wondrously Wrought.)

Second most kudos: A Careful Application of the Extraordinary. The Goblin Emperor, Cala-focused, cute magical acts of service. (For the Silm, it was Battlefields, a very short Gil-Galad, Elros and Elrond relationship study

Third most comments: Whispered Tales, for general 2023 fic and Silm Fics too; it's a collection of those Six Sentence Challenge ficlets.

Fourth most bookmarks: Towards the next field (my favourite baby). -For Silm-based stats, This Living Earth (also a favourite).

Fifth most words: Singing Sweet Songs as They Went (The Harper Remix)

Least words: Small Comforts. Avatar the Last Airbender, six drabbles for Iroh, Zuko, and tea/ Where the Nightingales Nest, a Daron-focused drabble for Tolkien Ekphrasis Week.

Tagging, with zero pressure: @mayfriend, @meadowlarkx, @polutrope, @that-angry-noldo, @outofangband, @samarqqand, @welcomingdisaster, @thelordofgifs, @eilinelsghost, @melestasflight, @actual-bill-potts, @anerea-lantiria, @outpastthemoat

[spiced-wine-fic]

Not-Six-sentence Sunday

Thank you dear @ettelene 🤗

Share some of a WIP and tag, yes?

‘Why ask me? I am not privy to what moves through that dark mind.’ ‘It is said,’ Fingolfin enunciated with a little lilt of mockery. ‘That he went to Formenos and was denied.’ ‘For once, they speak truly.’ And then, high-handed with the fear for Fingolfin that beat through him on black wings, the images of death stamped deep as a brand on his inner vision. ‘And I do not want thee to have aught to do with him, either.’ Wheeling on him, Fingolfin exploded, ‘What?’ ‘Must I repeat it?’

‘Who art thou to tell me what I should or should not do?’ His eyes burned. ‘Thine elder,’ Fëanor lashed back. ‘It is a long time since thou didst remember that,’ Fingolfin returned fierily, all his cold control burnt to dead ash.

Tagging @edgeoflight @anerea-lantiria @crowandmoonwriting @cuarthol @morgulscribe @nuredhel @awesome-bluehair-universe @swanfloatieknight @nocompromise-noregrets @golwenlothlindel @naryaflame @independence1776 @jane-ways @sallysavestheday @thenookienostradamus @pinksiamese @elfscribe @auntieaugury @minquelie It doesn’t have to be fanfic, it can be o-fic or poetry :)