#eönwë

[urwendii]

Stucked in a team meeting but im thinking of Eönwë chopping Melkor's feet in a burst of blind rage then feeling disgusted with himself while Melkor cackled like Palpatine below him "good.....good" dark blood pooling around him and tainting Eönwë's white and gold armour.

[ox24g]

Fuck it, illusion scarf Knitter!Sauron gets his own post.

Based off of this fantastic scarf. For those who can't follow the link, the scarf just looks stripy when viewed from above, but when viewed from the side, shows the inscription of the One Ring.

Text in the first image- Eönwë: Oh, another scarf! You're getting quite good at those!

[sauroff]

Also, have a smol Eönwë

[that-angry-noldo]

mu favourite thing about how i write finarfin and eönwë is how different yet similar they are when i switch perspective. from finarfin's pov eönwë is this majestic ruthless being whose voice echoes with the song and who has thunderstorms contained in his eyes, who shares his hatred for violence but excells in it. meanwhile from eönwë's perspective finarfin is this sharp-tongued quick-witted creature who is also the brightest presence in the room, something to be anchored to, something so complex and interwoven he vould spend hours staring at him. and then you look in their heads and they're both on the same wavelength of bitchy and done with everything

[4nnatar]

Discovering the beautiful ship that is Manwë/Eönwë 😊

Realizing that there's almost no content for it ☹

[serregon]

sharing my msv fic here! Feathers Fall Slowly, 2.5k words of Maglor/Eönwë fourth age hurt/comfort, in which Eönwë brings a half-faded Maglor back to Valinor and wrestles with his views of justice ans punishment🪽🎶

this was a gift for ao3 user Gilithin, who doesn’t have a tumblr as far as I know

[verecunda]

Given that Sauron has a decided knack for taking phrases and twisting them ("To find the light, we must first touch the darkness"; "True creation requires sacrifice"), what if Eönwë was the one who said to him first, "The door is still open"?

[laurelonde]

You know what I really, really love about Sauron/Eönwë fanart?

They often put their arms around each other.

Aren't they just the sickly sweetest~?!

[theworldsoftolkein]

Eönwë the Herald of Manwë | Lord of the Rings Lore | Middle-Earth | Geek Zone

Eönwë was the Herald of Manwe & 1 of the powerful Maiar spirits in Arda. He took part in some of the most iconic events in the history of Middle-Earth, such as the defeat of Morgoth in the War of Wrath & his final return in Dagor Dagorath.

[chrissystriped]

Here is my @whiteoliphaunt 2024 for @a-world-of-whimsy-5 . I hope you'll enjoy this little knights!AU that happened in response to one of your prompts. Let me know your AO3 username, if you'd like me to gift it to you over there 😀

Title: An Honourable Enemy

Characters: Eönwë, Gothmog

Wordcount: 662

Rating: T

Summary: Eönwë has to fight Melkor's champion.

Eönwë still couldn’t understand what had possessed his king to agree to this challenge. “A friendly measuring of strength, he said”, he growled to himself in the privacy of his helmet. “Your champion against mine.” Manwë should have known by now that Melkor never played fair.

Read on under the cut or on AO3

Eönwë still couldn’t understand what had possessed his king to agree to this challenge.

“A friendly measuring of strength, he said”, he growled to himself in the privacy of his helmet. “Your champion against mine.”

Manwë should have known by now that Melkor never played fair. Staring at the mountain of a man sitting on a horse that matched his size, he knew this challenge was meant to incapacitate him and thus deprive his king of the commander of his troops. Well, he could not get out of his challenge now without losing honour.

Eönwë gripped his shield tighter and pointed his lance at the black and red shield of Melkor’s champion. He knew him by his sign and the flames on his helmet, he had not known he’d joined the ranks of their enemy.

They hurtled towards each other, coming together with bone crashing force. Eönwë’s lance splintered against Gothmog’s shield, it felt like he’d ran head first into a wall. His horse gave a startled neigh and stumbled, they both crashed to the ground. Eönwë drew his sword, quickly coming back on his feet and turning around until his opponent came back into his line of sight.

To his surprise he saw him just standing up. He had expected to fall and counted on being the better swordsman, that he’d managed to unhorse Gothmog was a nice bonus. Eönwë smiled grimly and gritted his teeth. The shield was heavy on his arm, his shoulder ached. He could not lose. He could not risk an ‘accident’ happening to him.

They fought long and hard and the longer they fought, the more Eönwë got the impression that Gothmog was holding back. Not enough to make him sure of it, certainly not enough to be visible to the spectators.

They were both bleeding, Eönwë’s shoulder felt like a hot iron was wedged in it, when Gothmog gasped: “Let us call this a draw? It is clear, neither of us can defeat the other unless it were by luck or unfair means. What do you say?”

Eönwë nodded. “I agree.” They both lowered their weapons at the same time and turned to their rulers to give their decision. Eönwë saw the relief on Manwë's face and the angry scowl on Melkor's. This had not played out the way their enemy had wanted it to.

Later Eönwë sat in his tent with a cup of wine. His wounds had been tended to, and while his shoulder would take some time to heal, it would not keep him from going to war should the need arise. He looked up when a tall person darkened the entry to his tent.

“How are you doing?” Gothmog said for a greeting.

“Come to check on me? How touching.” Eönwë smiled at him and poured a second cup. “Not too bad, thanks to you, I suspect. You were not giving it your all.”

Gothmog glanced over his shoulder quickly. “Hush! My lord can’t know. He wanted me to beat you ‘by any means necessary’. Yes, when I saw you’d taken a hurt in your fall, I held back a little. My lord wanted me to incapacitate you, that did not sit well with me.”

“I should feel insulted,” Eönwë said with a wry smile. “But you were right. And I thank you for not going along with his schemes.” He wanted to ask him why he’d joined Melkor at all, but he had a feeling that he wouldn’t receive an answer to that. “Nonetheless I would enjoy to meet you in a fair fight, out of sight of our kings.”

Gothmog grinned and emptied his cup. “I agree to that. Send message when you are healed and I will come to a place of your choosing.” He rose and clasped Eönwë’s hand. “Until then, fare you well.”

“Fare you well.” Eönwë followed him with his eyes. He felt they could be good friends and wished they weren’t on opposite sides.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Longest Night

Pairing: Gothmog/Eönwë/Finarfin (Arafinwë)

AU: Medieval AU

Themes: Smut

Warnings: Porn without plot | Threesome | Kissing | Anal sex | Oral sex | M/M/M | Handjob

Wordcount: 700+ words

Summary: After Gothmog heeds Eönwë’s entreaties, Arafinwë is brought into the shared bedroom as a third companion.

Minors DNI | 18+ | This story is also available on AO3

Eönwë tilted Arafinwë’s chin to better gaze at him while he lay on his side, propped on his elbow. “Does he feel good, sir?” he asked, his eyes alight with ravenous curiosity. “Is Gothmog all that you desired he would be?”

“Sir Gothmog is all that I desired he would be,” Arafinwë panted, having finally grown accustomed to being on his elbows and knees. His fingers dug into the furs beneath him, and his entire body shook each time his other companion thrust into him. “As are you, Lord Commander.”

The Lord Commander beamed. “You always did know what was best to say,” he said, leaning forward to cover Arafinwë’s mouth with his. The kiss that followed was full of heat and hunger. It tasted of honey and cloves and cinnamon as well, from the spiced wine they all shared to celebrate the longest night of the year. “You possess a most delectable mouth,” he purred when he pulled away to speak. “I wonder if you would agree to put it to another use altogether.”

Arafinwë flashed a wicked grin. “Far be it from me to deny you, Lord Commander.”

“Good.” Eönwë trembled when addressed so. He moved up and settled amidst the pillows, his legs spread out with Arafinwë between them. He gripped his erection and, longing to have his lusts sated, said, “Go on.” 

The young lord eagerly opened his mouth, dipped his head, and swallowed Eönwë to the hilt. He never imagined an encounter like this. He certainly did not imagine yielding to the demands of his baser urges like this. Still, he lost himself to them all with ease and pleasured the Lord Commander as best he could with the bobbing of his head and the hallowing of his cheeks, with the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his lips, and the lapping of his tongue, all while the fierce knight many spoke of in fear of took him from behind.

Gothmog watched, mesmerized, as his beloved’s eyes closed and his mouth parted in a silent moan. At first, he was reluctant to bring a third companion into the chambers he shared with him. He thought it was too great a risk. Secrets of many kinds could have been revealed to others, exposing them to the shame and ridicule of others. Then, when Arafinwë—the one who caught his beloved’s eye—was finally presented to him, curious, loyal, bright-eyed, and ever willing to please, Gothmog finally relented. He was glad he did so. Arafinwë did not disappoint either of them in any way. 

“How is he with you?” He husked, his hands digging into Arafinwë’s sides. The act earned him a muffled but transported whine. He relished it.

“He pleases me well, beloved,” Eönwë gasped, chasing his release. When Arafinwë sank his mouth around his cock, he grazed the tip with his tongue. Eönwë shuddered, his every muscle tightening as spurt after spurt of his spend spilled onto Arafinwë tongue. “Swallow,” he commanded softly, his limbs shaking from the force of his climax, “and let Gothmog see to the rest.”

Arafinwë obeyed without hesitation. He swallowed the bitterness of the Lord Commander’s seed and lamented in silence when Eönwë moved away; the absence of his length made his mouth feel strangely empty. Nevertheless, he listened to the one behind him, grunting and growing drunk on the sounds he made while he fucked him relentlessly. And he was surprised. Gothmog, despite his reputation, was a tender lover. Even now, while caught in the throes of passion, he did nothing that could hurt him. He drew his hips back and pushed in again, growling when Arafinwë pushed against his thrusts halfway. Suddenly, he plunged deep, and he cried out his pleasure when his orgasm overcame him, hot, sharp, and powerful. Still, he held onto his senses and leaned down, sliding his hand around Arafinwë’s belly and taking him to hand. Two strokes were all it took before the lordling came, and he emptied himself onto the furs. Gothmog then pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and he drew away.

“Are you well, Arafinwë?” Eönwë spoke while Gothmog laid their companion to rest between them. “Did either of us go too far?”

“Neither of you did, Lord Commander,” Arafinwë admitted. He sighed—his body overcome with a sense of ease—when Eönwë drew him close, and Gothmog settled beside him. “I am glad I accepted the invitation to join you both this night.”

“We are glad also,” Gothmog said, burying his face in Arafinwë’s thick, golden hair. “Now, tell us more about yourself, lordling. This night is far from over, and there is many an hour left before you have to retreat to your own chambers.” 

[ox24g]

Knitter!Sauron doodles.

I changed Lairiel's design a little to make her more sheep coded.

Text:

(first image) Mairon: One scarf to rule them all! Eönwë: Let's not say that too loudly...

(second image) Elf: Did you hear? Apparently Sauron has been re-embodied and is here in Valinor! Lairiel: Oh, how dreadful!

(third image) Lairiel: I hope he leaves little Urundil alone! Arrow pointing to Mairon: "little Urundil"

[wormedeye]

some eönwë cause i still love him the most

the first ft. mairon and my beloved maionwe fankid we created with my friend!! aiwënarmion my precious🙏🙏

eönwë in a hood from our au hehe🤭🤭

[oakenting]

Feeling love all around me

My submission for @silmsmutexchange written for @that-angry-noldo

Summary: Eärwen and Arafinwë make love to Eönwë who has never tried incarnate pleasure before. Rating: Explicit Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Relationship: Eärwen/Eönwë/Finarfin Characters: Eärwen, Eönwë, Finarfin Tags: Smut, Touching, First Time, Vaginal Sex, Love, Threesome - F/M/M, Slow Build, Interspecies, Maia Otherness, Scars, Tenderness, Tender Sex, these three care for each other and it's beautiful Word count: 2.6k

Read the story on AO3.

I had a great time writing about these three and I hope it shows :D

[helenvader]

I want to share a passage I am very proud of. And since the story is no longer a WIP, I can't share it for WIP Wednesday tomorrow. :-) I was horribly stuck on the part when Mairon says "I'm sorry", because I had no idea how to elaborate on it. It was the last part of the story I wrote, and I'm really happy with it. --- Mairon stood up, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“That name I deserve not,” he said as if choking on his words. “And I'm sorry… For all of it… so sorry…”

That was when the dam broke and a flood of tears burst forth, streaming down his cheeks.

“Can you remember, Eönwë, that our first language had no word for regret? That very notion was alien to us. What need was there for naming such a concept in a time when all we knew was the joy of creation? But then… then the world changed. And it gave birth to new, hitherto unknown words. Deceit. Betrayal. Sorrow. Pain. Cruelty. Death.”

He angrily wiped away his tears and took a deep breath.

“Did you know that the tongue I had devised, the one that is seen as an abomination, was based on that first one? I aimed at perfecting it, but no perfect rules could ever compensate for the flawed nature of the new world. So it, too, has words for everything that is ugly. Those for regret also. For admitting failure. For asking to be spared. But none for remorse such as is mine now, as I stand before you. If I were to create a new language at this moment, it would have a thousand words for it. And yet they would all feel inadequate, for what I did was so horribly wrong.

“So all I can say is that I am sorry. I should never have left. I was consumed by a desire to shine, and… and…”

Eönwë wondered if love was the word he could not bring himself to utter. Some had suspected it might have been so. ---

Just in case, the finished story is here.

[beatles4ever65]

Seven Sentences Sunday

I was tagged by @thescrapwitch to post a little something from one of my works, so here's a snippet from an upcoming chapter in my fic Courage of Stars!

     Eönwë rests his hand on Elrond’s shoulder and escorts him from the ship to stand on ornamented pearl streets. Elrond stiffens and clasps his arms behind his back as he tries to ignore the sounds of Vingilótë taking flight behind him. His throat lumps and his heart thumps a staccato within his chest, threatening to betray the façade of calm he maintains thus far.      The crowd is a sea of the same silver eyes and raven black or flaxen hair, and his heart suddenly leaps when he notes a very specific elf set apart from the rest. She leans proudly on an elaborately forged cane that matches the silver hair flowing down her back in gorgeous waves. Her smile lights up her entire face; Elrond’s heart aches with it. “Meldanya!” she exclaims, and suddenly Elrond is running without any thought except to be in her arms again.

Tagging @runawaymun (because Celrond <3), @lordgrimwing, @nighttimepatrons, and anyone else!