#bottom finrod

[mxnessx]

Can you imagine of how BEAUTIFUL IS FINROD, when he's lay back on top!reader bed. Ask reader for breeding him— **cough**

[estie-draws-shit]

Annd we’re back

[that-angry-noldo]

creechurfin school sketch dump because i luv him ☺️

[arafinweanappreciation]

Anyone up for some Elf Doodles™️

[randomshenaniganery]

Mairon to Finrod (info dump time)

I am going to draw Oleander when im not busy but I did want to show why it took me three days to finish up everything

Me diving into the outfit design and slso Finrod's opinion on the boys its in the bottom tho skksks

ALSO ALSO if u make vespersonas i will be friends pls let us lore dump together

real name: ??? I haven't picked one akskkaskskaskas

Age: 29 (they pretend they're older as Vigil)

Height: 5'7 cm

Gender: enby

Sexuality: Asexual biromantic

Weight: 73 kg

Traits: Street smart, scrappy, observant, liar liar pants on fire

Skills: Swimming, sewing, sword fighting (shield user), puzzle solving, running,

Weaknesses: when they don't want to do something they'll be stubborn about it, can't jump very high,

Backstory timeline:

Has had Fractum Anima for at least 2 months now (same as all Vespers)

In the surface their job was being part of a group of private guards, they mainly escorted people or goods

Ran away from home due to domestic abuse at the age of 12 before joining the guard for training

Worked there for 17 yrs before they got diagnosed and went under

Met Cirrus they were like okay weird but whatever if there's a lunar ichor alternative we gotta try that, saw Cirrus punishing that dude went nope try again later, they did try again later and got the Cirrus grew bored of you route with Ark

Set the pleasure den on fire by using the lotions and oils that were left in the room. Fun fact if you dry lotion on fabric it's VERY flammable and since they don't have synthetic fibers in this game, plus considering what kind of ingredients they'd be using for lubrication, lotions and oil; it's really easy to set things on fire.

After running away and grabbing a new face, they broke into their old room and left their medallion before returning as 'Finrod'

met Oleander while avoiding the guards because they were feeling antsy

became Vigil and is balancing new work, how do I kill Cirrus thoughts and I might need to steal lunar ichor when it pops up in the market.

Habits & hobbies:

Whenever Finrod gets too overwhelmed they use pain to calm their mind, to them pain is clarity. So, sometimes when Finrod stews on bad memories they'll end up harming themselves in some way to force themselves to calm down

Really, really quiet when it comes to pain, crying or having a crisis, high pain tolerance basically which is good because of their flare ups

Sometimes Finrod doesn't really laugh even though something is funny so they learned to fake laugh as a way to show they find something funny

Whenever something is really funny to them they have the habit of covering their mouth

When they're unsure, nervous or feeling awkward they'll scratch their nose

Doesn't have a tell when they're lying cause they do it so much

Finrod has the habit of bringing everything they think they need with them at all times (matchsticks/lighter/strike-a-light/flint, knife, scissors, needle and thread, bandages, map, a magnifying glass, paper and ink) this is because of having to live on the go for their job. scouting behavior etc.

When Finrod is happy/relaxed/calm they'll start humming or singing this applies to games, when they have their plan all finished and they're confident they'll start singing to themselves

In a fight Finrod will throw themselves at people like a battering ram if needed, not that they're big but that they're good at knowing how to use their momentum and weight.

Likes massaging/caressing/tracing their friends' hands as a way to soothe themselves

Can finish dressing up and arranging all their things in under 4 minutes (habit from being a private guard on the go)

Name stuff:

Chose Mairon for their first half because I thought it would be appropriate since this is their first go at the mountain. Finrod is their second go because of how Finrod died and the betrayal stuff that happened to him.

Outfit Design:

Mairon's Clothes

Wanted it to come off as simple and formal more reminiscent of their time as a private guard. The most color you'll get from them is their belt and matching cuffs. Very neat appearance more npc looking since they want to blend in. They use the standard black mask in the game as well.

Finrod's Clothes

I gave it more color because Finrod had to ditch their old clothes due to the fire, it's a mix of things they grabbed or bought after the fire. They kept their belt and cuff because it's sentimental and also just useful to them. Although they wear more colors It's mostly dark shades so that they don't stand out in shadows. A lot of their body is bandaged and when they met Oleander half their face was bandaged under the mask too.

Opinions on the boys:

REaLLy wants Cirrus dead doesn't care if they get hurt in the process

Slowly growing an obsession over Oleander but they're very good at hiding it, their banter helps calm them down

Likes to mess with Kier otherwise neutral but i think storywise they haven't met

Francesco reminds them of a friend from the surface they bump into each other time to time

[demonscantgothere]

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 202.3k | 5.1k chapter [40/150] Ch. 40: A Dutiful Wife

During the First Age, the War of Wrath changes course. On the island of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, one of Sauron’s former strongholds—is the seat of the Necromancer’s power. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod after capturing Felagund in his dungeons, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself.

“Madness,” Halbrand offered softly, the word a mere whisper across his lips. “That is all I have seen. From the day I had defected, and even before that, I saw a wild madness spread from one corner to the next. Extreme lengths on both sides. None willing to listen to reason.” Halbrand paused, his bottom lip trembling as he recalled an old memory, and with its recollection, a glimmer swelled within his eyes. “Reason used to be my best quality, Galadriel. Reason. Can you imagine? Being the only one speaking any sense, and no one willing to listen to you? I was a ghost.”

Gently, she brushed her thumb over his cheek, giving him a slow nod of understanding. “I can imagine,” she whispered back.

“I believe,” Halbrand murmured, his own thumb mirroring her action onto her cheek as well, “that you spoke of reason, too, though no one listened, did they? But you spoke true to what was in your heart, whether they wanted to hear it or not, and you stood your ground.”

“I did,” Galadriel confessed, raising her chin. “My kin, Fëanor, for one.”

“Hmm,” hummed Halbrand, “a mess of an Elf.”

A little laugh, nothing more than a soft chuff of air, escaped Galadriel in a huff of agreement. He was right, of course. “The one who started this mess,” she whispered, a hint of sadness within the words.

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[thatsouthernanthem]

Sketch dump from today. Wrote a bunch and then came home INSPIRED. and I said “don’t draw babies bc the AU is set in their twenties” and then Celebrían showed up anyway. 🤷🏼‍♀️

I’ll finish these between bouts of Dragon Age this week probably. Maybe. No promises.

The road trip AU should actually be called “a tour of hotel rooms across Middle Earth, briefly interrupted by friends and self discovery” aka the top two pics

Bottom two: baby Celebrían is born into the world and then sleeps on her dad; they go to a party that Lúthien invites them to and they dance as a family so Halbrand doesn’t punch Finrod, Finarfin or Eärwen in the face probably

[imakemywings]

do you have any good female fics to rec?

DO I. LOL. Putting this immediately under a cut because there are a lot! There are so many talented writers in this fandom who do ENORMOUS justice to female characters, both original and book-based. Couple of blog recs at the bottom too!

(I'm assuming this is asking for Tolkien fanfic since that's mostly what I'm on about these days, but if you'd rather see Mass Effect or Dragon Age I can do that too.)

I'm glad you asked! φ(*￣0￣)

I'm going to keep all of these to 1 rec per author just so we don't get totally out of control here.

Forging Gold by @swanmaids ft. Curufin's wife, Dwarf OCs. Heather is an amazing source of female character fic in this fandom; she has well-developed OCs for all of Feanor's daughters-in-law and treats canon female characters with such care and love. Absolutely recommend checking out the rest of her stuff!

Prick a Finger, Cut Your Hand by @welcomingdisaster ft. Indis, Miriel. A really great look at the dynamic between these two. Lena has lots of other good takes on female Tolkien characters too!

Friendship and Stern Demand by @polutrope ft. Elwing. Fantastic exploration of what the communications between Elwing and Maedhros might have looked like!

Untitled by @outofangband ft. Aerin, Morwen. Nelyo focuses a lot on the human characters so if you want to read more about what the mortal women went through in the First Age, definitely browse through their blog!

Abide, Abound by Elleth ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Elleth also has lots of works centering on female Tolkien characters.

And by their blazing signify that a great princess falls, but doth not die by TheLionInMyBed ft. Elwing. One of my favorite takes on Elwing's suicide.

Keeper of Kings by batshape ft. Lalwen. What did Lalwen get up to in Middle-earth? Seeing a lot of people die, for one thing.

Into the Heart of a Fey Thing by @amethysttribble ft. Aredhel, Galadriel, Luthien. Fun "behind-the-scenes" look at some adventures with these three!

A Fish Hook, an Open Eye by simaetha ft. Elwing, f!Maglor. Fascinating AU take on a meeting between Elwing and Maglor prior to the Third Kinslaying.

The Sleep of Flowers by Innin ft. Galadriel, Melian. Very beautiful scene, and plenty of other female-centric works by Innin!

Light Words About Nothing by Margo_Kim ft. Dis, Belladonna. I ship it.

Elwing's Strategy by lifeisyetfair ft. Elwing. Another great take on Elwing at the Third Kinslaying.

Out of Dreams, Into the Sun by solanaceae ft. Miriel, Indis.

Games and Fantasy by Genesis_Grey ft. Arwen, Eowyn. Ohh it captures that chivalric WLW so well.

Over the Unclear Eyes of Memory by Loriand_Lost ft. Anaire, Aredhel. Addresses Anaire's complicated feelings about Fingolfin's return to Valinor. This author also has a number of other great female-centric fics, highly recommend!

The Carriage Held but Just Ourselves by @starspray ft. Luthien, Elwing, Arwen. Amazing look at the line of Thingol's relationship with death. This author also has a whole series on Lalwen and an OFC!

Before the Breath of Storm by tinnurin ft. Dis, Dwarf OC. "Behind-the-scenes" look at the Dwarves before the battle of Azanulbizar.

This Now, This Us by crownlessliestheking ft. Indis, Miriel. Indis and Miriel talk after Miriel's return to Valinor.

The Tapestry by Zdenka ft. Thedowyn, Miriel. The ghost of Miriel Serinde offers some aid. This author also has a lot of female-centric works!

Not Undevoted by SatiricalDraperies ft. Galadriel, Melian.

Winter Sea by Tallulah ft. Finduilas, OFC. Finduilas had a girlfriend in the Falas. Another author with a great selection of female-centric works.

The Hunt by @cuarthol ft. Amarie. Amarie is trans and closeted in Valinor, but Finrod understands.

Come Home to Chaos (Get a Crush on a Queen) by ncfan ft. Arwen, Firiel. When Firiel of Gondor takes refuge in Rivendell, Arwen takes an interest.

Do I Hurt to Hold? by Anonymous ft. Galadriel, Melian. A darker look at their relationship.

That Time Elanor Gardner Had A Crush On Her Employer by Anonymous ft. Arwen, Elanor.

All My Shadows Fade by amyfortuna ft. Arwen, OFC. Unsent letter from a female friend of Arwen's as her wedding to Aragorn approaches. This author is also a good one to look at for more female-centric fic!

Orlaya by yeaka ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Cute!

Of All the Stars, the Fairest by whatiwouldnotgive ft. Arwen, Eowyn.

Or They Would Go On Aching Still by Farasha ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Oh, the grief!

Berrypicking Time by swamp_diamonds ft. Finduilas, Nienor.

Things They Don't Talk About by eris_of_imladris ft. Findis. Findis and Feanor have a complicated relationship.

Easily Sever What Never was One by vauquelin ft. Haleth. If you like Halenthir at all as a ship, you'll like this.

The One With All The Birds by clothono ft. Elwing, Nerdanel. I've said it before I'll say it again--my favorite Elwing fic.

Greensleeves by bravelittlscrib ft. Nerdanel. Little scenes of Nerdanel's life and her relationships.

Emerie by the_artifice_of_eternity ft. Erendis, Ancalime. Ancalime's last visit with her mother before taking the throne.

In the Family by arriviste ft. Celebrian, Galadriel.

At the Water's Edge by crackinthecup ft. Elwing, Idril.

And that's what I've got for you right now, I hope that helps! I would also advise checking out the blogs @tolkien-heroines and @sapphictolkien both of which focus on female characters in Tolkien's work. Happy reading, anon! ♪(^∇^*)

[felagund-the-valiant]

Birthday Delights - Finrod x gn!reader

Finrod lives up to his title of “friend of men”.

Words: 712 Tags: fluff, human!reader, mild nsfw mentions/suggestive content

A/N: a purely self-indulgent little ficlet because I’m turning 25 today and can’t believe I’m officially in my Mid-TwentiesTM now.

Finrod wasn’t called Atandil for no reason. As the friend of men, he was well-versed in the various traditions of the Edain and always delighted in participating in them. As such, it came to no one’s surprise that he took the matter of birthdays very seriously. And since you were without doubt his favourite human (he didn’t feel bad about admitting it, since Bëor had died a long time ago, at least by human standards), he put double the effort into planning the occasion.

His first idea had been to throw you a surprise party, but knowing that you hated both, parties and surprises, he had ultimately decided against it. Instead, he opted for something for only the two of you. Namely: a cosy picnic in his private gardens.

He had gone to great lengths to ensure his schedule was clear for the day, so you wouldn’t be interrupted, and had given detailed instructions to the servants to prepare all your favourite foods. A bouquet of lilies – your favourite flowers – had been procured by him personally, choosing only the most beautiful specimens.

You sat in your shared bedroom, patiently waiting for him to come fetch you. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened and Finrod entered, lighting up the entire room with his radiant smile. “Are you finally done?” you asked with a pout and Finrod nodded enthusiastically. “All is prepared, meleth, come with me.” You rose from your chair with a relieved sigh and walked towards the door, Finrod meeting you half-way to bestow another loving kiss upon you. You had honestly lost count of how many times he had kissed you today, not that it bothered you in the slightest. Kissing him was always a delight and never failed to leave you with butterflies in your stomach.

Finrod held out his arm for you to take and led you to the gardens. You let out a gasp at the sight before you. “I hope you like it,” Finrod said with a small amount of pride in his voice. “It’s lovely,” you assured. “Thank you for forgoing the party, I know you were itching to organise one,” you added quietly, making him chuckle. “You know me too well.”

The two of you sat down and you had trouble deciding which food to indulge in first. You graciously accepted the lily bouquet Finrod handed you, not being able to resist sniffing them. The Eldar truly had a way of growing the most magnificent flowers.

“How am I ever going to top this for your next Begetting Day?” you sighed and felt your chest warm at Finrod’s light-hearted laughter. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll come up with something amazing, as always,” he said with a playful wink. “Sure, no pressure,” you mumbled.

When you had first learned of the Elven custom of “Begetting Day”, you had been thoroughly confused. Celebrating the day your parents had sex seemed strange to you, but then again, many things about the Eldar had seemed strange to you at first. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop you from celebrating the day with your beloved, giving the same respect to his customs he gave to yours.

Just as Finrod had hoped, you enjoyed the day to the fullest. Being the king, it wasn’t often he got to spend this much uninterrupted time with you and you two made full use of it. The air was filled with light-hearted conversation, jokes and carefree laughter. As the sun slowly began to set, you were lying on your backs on the blanket, huddled closely together. Finrod turned on his side to properly look at you and you did the same. He reached out a hand and tenderly caressed your cheek, a loving smile playing on his lips that suddenly got replaced by a suggestive smirk. You cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was planning. “You know, meleth …,” he trailed off and ran his thumb along your bottom lip, “I did clean out my schedule for the entire day. There may or may not be another present waiting in our bedroom, if you want it.” It was his turn to cock an eyebrow at you. You broke out into a grin and nodded enthusiastically. “Colour me intrigued, lead the way.”

[gardensofthemoon]

i cannot believe i myself wrote bottom finrod with my own damn hand. will not happen again

[cilil]

Hi! You’re really kind!

Sorry I forgot to say which character! Could you please do them for Caranthir?

(Thank you for the advise!!)

You got it! Thanks for clarifying🖤

♥ - family headcanon

Caranthir finds himself in the unfortunate position of being the fourth of seven - the ultimate middle child. This is made worse by the fact that he's constantly overshadowed by his older brothers as well as Curufin; even his names - Caranthir/Carnistir meaning red-face and Morifinwë meaning dark Finwë in reference to his hair color - are more reflective of physical attributes inherited from other family members than any distinguishing talents or features of his own.

His parents do love him; Caranthir sometimes forgets that fact whenever he feels overlooked, but he was in fact unable to get and retain as much attention as he would have liked.

His unhappiness with his position in the family is further exacerbated by his brothers forming special bonds with one another, most notably of course the twins, but also Maedhros with Maglor and Celegorm with Curufin, making him feel left out and not as close to them as he would like.

Caranthir loves his family very much, yet due to his discontent with aspects of his dynamics with family members and a perceived lack of affection and importance he has a tendency to be bitter, closed off and keep to himself. Still, they know they can count on him, they may just have to endure a few snarky comments.

▼ -��childhood headcanon

Caranthir screamed a lot as a baby and continued to do so well into later stages of childhood. It's part of the reason why Nerdanel named him Carnistir. She and Fëanor would often joke about Caranthir becoming such a fierce little character and how he would surely share his father's temper.

As well-meaning as such comments from various family members were, the true reason why Caranthir continued to be prone to screaming and having anger issues is that he felt like that was the one way he could get attention when he needed it. He may have also struggled with OCD and/or ODD.

Whenever little Caranthir was crying and refusing to calm down, he would be handed from one family member to another until he arrived at whoever it was that he wanted to see, which would finally result in blessed silence.

★ - sad headcanon

Tying into the previously outlined family and childhood headcanons, Caranthir is someone who seems confident, capable and no-nonsense on the outside, but is very insecure on the inside. He's still prone to reacting to things going wrong with anger and while he has it under control most of the time, he could use some emotional support.

What is most harmful to Caranthir's relationships, however, is that he takes anything that could possibly be perceived as rejection very seriously and always assumes that he isn't people's first choice. His favorite cousin Turgon hangs out with Finrod? Surely he must like Finrod more. His brothers spend more time with each other? They definitely love him less. His parents go on to focus on his younger brothers when they are born? It's because he wasn't good enough. Haleth declines his offer? It has to be because she doesn't like him.

In order for Caranthir's outlook on life and relationships to improve, he has to separate himself from everything for a while and find his own little world to feel secure in, which he may be doing right now in Mandos.

☾ - sleep headcanon

When Caranthir sleeps, he sleeps. You don't want to disturb him. Conveniently for those around him, he's usually an early bird and therefore less likely to be woken up by someone, either accidentally or intentionally, which would result in a very grumpy Caranthir all day long.

Sometimes Caranthir can be heard mumbling in his sleep, doing equations and writing to do lists. There have been instances of him remembering what he came up with in his dreams and writing it down after waking up.

✿ - sex headcanon

Caranthir is the ultimate tsundere bottom who desperately wants to be topped, but will also be damned if he doesn't make it unreasonably hard for any top to get to that point. Due to being closed off and overall stiff (pun intended), he has also has trouble communicating his wants and needs, so the ideal partner for him is a dominant top who isn't impressed by his nonsense and moodiness and is also attentive to any signs and clues he gives.

Contrary to popular belief among his peers, he requires a lot of aftercare and reassurance from his partner. Nothing makes him happier than getting railed and afterwards praised for being such a good little whore and his lover's bestest and most favorite.

Caranthir continues the proud family tradition of enjoying being pegged by strong women.

[elronds-library]

Some brief yet hopefully instructive notes on sexual differentiation between the Eldar and the Atani, by Finrod Felagund

by arriviste (@arrivisting)

As one of the few in Aman who has engaged in long term study of the Atani (including a period in which I lived among them quite as one of their own), I feel that a few observations from me on this subject might prove helpful. Alas, my original notes were forever sundered from me as an unfortunate consequence of my death by werewolf. Eru Ilúvatar preserves the soul, but the hröa must be made anew: and like the flesh, research notes can only cross what was once the Sundering Sea by ship. I suppose they are now at the bottom of said Sea, if they were not previously destroyed in the ruin of Nargothrond. It is fortunate that I have a perfectly crystalline memory, and can therefore make good the loss.

General, No Archive Warnings

Words; 4,033

[actual-bill-potts]

Prompts!! Finrod and "remember who and what thou art"

TW for mentions of blood and injuries as well as very disturbing themes.

The first time, Finrod had been too blind with pain and despair to notice. Eyes kindled in the dark, twin points of light that signalled, at least, the escape of Calimmacil in the end. Through pain and terror, yes: but escape.

The second time, he had not seen it. He had been curled up as best as the chains allowed, feeling hot blood trickle down his back and trying not to cry. Ciryon had passed thus unmarked by his king; but what was one more transgression against those he had doomed?

The third time he had marked it, focusing desperately upon - something, anything other than the body he was trapped in and could not escape. The color of those eyes that glinted in the dark - it was familiar - but he could not remember...

It came to him later, in the midst of their mourning song for Lindórië. The knowledge hit him with such force that his voice flickered and died out from the rest. The others kept singing: it was not the first time his throat had given out.

The eyes, brown and round, had been Aegnor’s.

Surely not, Finrod thought, desperately. Surely not even Sauron would be so cruel. Torture his brethren, slay them, take them as thralls for a hundred years; but surely death was sacred. Surely the dead must be allowed to rest, it was unthinkable -

Blood dripped down his thigh.

Sauron would be so cruel, Finrod thought, and despaired for a little while.

But - if it was his brother, buried deep in the body of a wolf, perhaps -

When those eyes flickered again in the darkness, Finrod extended all his senses, and cried, "Aegnor!"

There was - or had he imagined it? - there was a slight pause, before the wolf padded forward with a terrible clacking of nails on stone. The eyes disappeared for a moment: a blink only.

But now that he was searching for it, he could feel something of his brother’s spirit, lingering within the animal form to which he had been so cruelly bound.

There was a spark of Angamaitë within that creature yet, Finrod thought, feeling ill.

The sound of the wolf sating himself upon Adlegor was so terrible Finrod bit through his bottom lip in an effort not to cry out to his brother. He could not dishonor the dead so.

"Aikanáro," he tried, voice growing fainter and fainter as the lightless days dragged by and Farphen - Teithron - Neldië were devoured. "Fairetarmo. Angamaitë. Aegnor. Aegnor, please -"

Always the little hesitation, the tiniest flicker of a spark. Then nothing but cruelty upon cruelty and animal want.

Perhaps Sauron would guess his identity, from the use of the mother-name, the familiarity with Aegnor’s eyes. The small quivering core of Finrod’s thought not bound up maintaining his spell could not bring itself to care much. There was too much pain, too much grief - he could not think -

When Edrahil was taken he could not muster up the strength to say his brother’s name. He could not weep, could not scream. But those eyes in the dark, deep brown and rounded in the manner of the house of Arafinwë -

"Winicë," he rasped. "Please. Mercy. Mercy, remember who and what thou art, please, winicenya…"

A blink; a sudden wave of flame; there were teeth by his neck, hot breath upon his cheek, ai, let it not be that he should fall to his little brother - !

His chains snapped. First one arm, then the other fell from above his head in a savage wave of pain. He hissed in a breath -

I do not have long, came his brother’s voice, clear and ringing inside his head, release me, please, let me go.

I cannot! Finrod wanted to cry. Do not make me! This is crueler than any torture Sauron could have devised for me! My little brother…

Aegnor’s thought-voice was tight with strain: the tone in which he had said We ought to launch an attack on our Enemy before it is too late, and I will not marry Andreth after all, and I shall not return to Alqualondë.

Let me go, came his voice again: a guttering candle.

"I will," said Finrod. He dragged himself upright on trembling legs. "For you, winicë."

Aegnor had lowered himself to the ground; his great wolf-head brushed Finrod’s foot.

Goodbye, he said.

"Farewell," said Finrod softly; and with his ruined hands he snapped his brother’s neck.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Gentle June

Dear me, it's another month and another Masterlist!

Prompts and requests are open! <3

The prompt list is under the cut (please check which ones are taken before making a request <3)

Update: I've decided to integrate @fellowshipofthefics' Pride Bingo into these prompts.

So feel free to request one of these too :D

Body Worship - Irmo x Estë - Non-binary

Nipple Play - Nerdanel x Anairë - F/F

Gentle Dom - Celebrimbor x Maeglin - Bondage

Phone-sex - Maglor x Daeron

Honeymoon - Finarfin x Eärwen

Aftercare - Melkor x Mairon

Massage - FireBird 1 for @cilil

Praise Kink - FireBird 2 for @cilil

Striptease - Gothmog x Melkor for MoonLord - Polyamory

Mutual Masturbation - Fëanor x Nerdanel - T4T

Handjob - Thorin x Bilbo

Dirty Talk - Fëanor x Fingolfin

Outdoor Sex - Haleth x Caranthir

Squirting - Thorin x OC

Temperature Play - Annatar x Celebrimbor - History

Lingerie - Nerdanel/Anairë/Eärwen Coming out

Quiet Sex -Caranthir x Finrod - Secret Relationship

Undressing - Thranduil x OC

Food Sex - Faramir x Éowyn

Service Top/Bottom - Maeglin x Tuor (x Idril) Euphoria

Oral Sex - Ulmo x Manwë for @cilil (of course)

Bathing - Finwë x Thingol

Morning Sex - Russingon - M/M

Seduction - Elrond x Celebrían - Mutual Pining

Finger Sucking - Celegorm x trans!Curufin x Finrod - Trans Character

Reward - Aredhel x Celegorm - Aro

Pegging - Námo x Vairë for @cilil

Frottage - Éomer x OC

Creampie - Glorfindel x Erestor - Fake Dating

Free Space - Virginity - Turgon x Finrod- First Kiss

[general-illyrin]

“shine” and “sharp” for the wip guessing game?

I apologize for taking so long to answer this; I ran out of inspiration and time until last month. But thank you so much for the ask!

For "shine", here is a sentence from my WIP "Dust and Ashes". Unsurprisingly, it's about Mîm, and I've enjoyed writing this. Hopefully I'll finish editing this and share it within the next week or two!

Mîm's white hair rustles in the breeze, fluttering against the cracked, blackened cobblestones beneath his head.  Water rushes by in the river at the bottom of the steep ravine a few yards away, and as a bird chirps in the rushes, a ray of sun shines though the parting clouds, crowning Mîm's head in a halo of light.

And for "sharp", here is a snippet from my WIP focusing on Finrod and Beren in Tol-in-Gaurhoth. This one has been harder for me, probably because it's my first multi-chapter fic, so I don't know when I'll get around to finishing it, but it is over halfway done.

"Liar!" Beren's voice, sharp as a sword, rang out from behind Sauron, and Finrod turns, horrified by his outburst to see Beren heaving at his chains, his expression contorted in a fierce glare of hatred and grief. 

Again, thank you so much for sending the ask; it's always encouraging to see people showing an interest in my WIPs.

[niennawept]

one thing that's so fascinating to me about the Silm fandom is seeing art come up on my dash and (because of the brilliant diversity in the way that these characters are represented) I have to guess who they are by associated iconography like they are saints in stained glass.

that one's got a hammer and tongs, so he might be Fëanor or Celebrimbor. This one's got red hair, but facial scarring so that's probably Maedhros. Star motifs, that's Varda. Feather motifs, that's Elwing. Harp and black hair? That'll be Maglor. Harp and blonde hair? That's probably Finrod.

I just love that I get to play this little guessing game before I look at the bottom of the post or the associated tags.