#elu au

[carmisse]

Of the kings and their reunion in Halls of Mandos.

Thingol : Is it mine Fëanáro?

Finwë : What? Of course not, besides your question is not funny at all.

Thingol : Oh fuck, he is mine!

Thingol : You were pregnant when you left for Valinor with your people, and you said nothing!

Finwë : You were literally lost!

Finwë : Fëanáro is mine, he is my son only, I raised him and I gave birth to him.

Thingol : I suspect we conceived him a few months after our return from the first visit, before we lost me, before we set out again, you were on standby before I was lost and yet you did not tell me.

Finwë : I was going to tell you when we arrived in Valinor, but only one of us arrived. Anyway, how did you find out?

Thingol : When I found out that your son's eyes were grey, and you don't have grey eyes, let alone Miriel, only I and my family had grey eyes.

Thingol : Besides, only someone of my lineage would be able to create something as marvellous as the Silmarils.

Finwë : idiot!

Fëanor : ...

Fëanor : Lord Námo, I am ready to be thrown into the void right now.

[kitcat22]

The steps to her father’s chamber are steep and winding and by the time Luthien reaches the top she thinks she must have been climbing for hours. She doesn’t really mind though, she is in no particular hurry to see her father anyway and she is grateful for the time to think.

The door at the top the landing is made of hard thick wood painted the colour of nightshade. She raises her hand to knock and drops it again. Seeing her father is always an uncomfortable, unhappy experience and she wishes that her mother had just sent one of their servants to speak to him instead. But no Luthien was told to and Luthien is an obedient daughter. She knocks, lightly and first and then two harder knocks but no answer comes. Annoyance stirs inside her but she maintains her smile and knocks harder again until a quiet, melodic voice calls out

‘enter’

Luthien does as instructed and pushes the heavy door open and stepping into the large room. He has been re decorating again she thinks. Candles line the walls casting the room in a faint, golden glow. In the centre of the floor stands a large circular bed with pale curtains surrounding it. There to the right sits her father at his desk. He does not bother to look towards her. She can see his pale hand moving around and realises he is sketching again. He is very talented at it she admits. Many pieces of his artwork hang gracefully from the stone walls. Some depict beautiful places Luthien has never seen before, wide open grasslands and shimmering lakes. Others depict faces with long pointed ears and with hair of molten gold, coal black and white-silver not unlike her father’s own long locks. She wonders if they were people he knew once but doesn’t bother to ask. She doesn’t think he would respond anyway.

‘Father’ she greets him and then feeling gracious,

‘i like the new layout’

There is no response at first and she stands uncomfortable and annoyed until the quiet voice responds.

‘It has been like this for quite some time. I find it dull to stay in one room that never changes. Perhaps it is time i do it again’

Luthien holds herself back from responding ‘maybe you should just leave your room more often’. It would be unkind and unmannerly to speak to her father like that and mother would be displeased.

Her mother is too kind to him, Luthien thinks, too gracious for her own good.

‘ you must not blame him, my beauty’ she would cry ‘your father loves you dearly but ever does his heart bemoan the loss of his kinsmen.’ Luthien thinks Melian gives him too much credit. It has been millennia since the Dark Valar wiped out the Eldar children of Eru and no matter how tragic that may have been, he cannot mourn for them forever.

At least not at the expense of his current family, she thinks darkly.

Grief has left her father a cold and bitter man. Rarely does he smile and rarer yet at Luthien or her siblings.

‘His kinsmen’ she remembers with a startle. That is why she came.

‘Father’ she says ‘there is news. Eol is to be wed’

There was a pause before he spoke back.

‘Eol’ he repeated sounding no more interested than before. ‘Is that so’

‘That is your son’ she thought ‘at least pretend to care’

‘Indeed’ she replied instead with a fake smile ‘but that is not the only news. The maiden he weds is of the eldar’

Now that got his attention.

Her father puts his charcoal down suddenly with a clacking noise and makes no effort to stop it as it rolls onto the floor. he turns to face her for the first time since she entered his room.

‘An elleth?’ He said ‘are you certain?’

‘I have seen her with my own eyes. A fair lady dressed in white clothing, structured and complicated in a way i have not seen before. Dark is her skin and darker her hair. Eol found her lost and confused and injured, when he realised what she was, he lead her further in the forest where it is safer’ The story slides of her tongue quickly, it is not often she has this much of his attention ‘My brother has found himself quite enamoured with her and mother has given them permission to wed. She couldn’t very well say no considering she herself married an ellon’

He did not respond immediately. His silver grey eyes were unblinking and searched Luthien’s face eagerly as if searching for a hint of lies or mockery. His pale hands smudged from his sketching were clutched tightly around the frame of his chair.

‘An elleth’ he repeated ‘your mother said i was the last of my kind, are you telling me that my lady wife is a liar?’

Any strange spark of joy she felt at his attention vanished and she bristled. How dare he imply her mother was a liar. Only he would twist her words in such a way. She spoke again in a more curt, biting tone.

‘Not at all. Mother believes that the girl must have been kept prisoner by the dark lords in Mordor. Poor thing. Otherwise mother would have seen her and told you of her’

‘Of course’ said her father, blank faced again as he pushed back his chair and stood ‘take me to this girl. I should very much like to meet her’

‘The maiden still rests from her weariness, you will meet her at the ceremony. Your presence there is required, I shall send the servants up with appropriate garments for the occasion, until then you may remain here if you so wish’

And with that Luthien turned from him and made her way out of the chambers leaving her father standing alone behind her.

[serene-faerie]

Anyways, for a nicer change of pace, here's an indulgent Beren and Lúthien Regency AU idea (heavily inspired by Bridgerton).

So Lúthien has just made her debut into high society, and she's been named the Diamond of the Season. Now she's on the search for a husband. As the daughter of Duke and Duchess of Doriath, she's incredibly beautiful and talented in singing, which means she's got many suitors vying for her hand in marriage. So Lúthien goes to all of these balls and soirées, looking for a good man who would make a good husband for her. But so far, she hasn't had much luck; none of the men are interesting for her, or they're only enamored by her physical beauty, and have no interest in her other qualities. Or worse, they're relentless and don't understand the word "no", like a certain Lord Celegorm Fëanorion. At this rate, Lúthien would much rather become an unmarried spinster than marry any of the men she's met so far.

Enter Beren, the son of Earl Barahir of Dorthonion, and a renowned war hero. He's just arrived home to claim his late father's title and estate, and despite all the horrors of war that he's had to endure, he has to look for a wife with the help of Viscount Finrod Finarfinion, a friend of his father. One night, at one of Finrod's soirées, he crosses paths with Lúthien, after he sees her trying to escape Celegorm. Beren steps in and pretends to be Lúthien's fiancé to get Celegorm to leave her alone. Lúthien is very grateful for his help, but now she and Beren have to pretend that they are actually courting so that no other suitors get any ideas.

So for the rest of the season, Lúthien and Beren engage in a fake courtship. But over time, they really start to fall in love with each other. Lúthien comes to love Beren, since he's handsome, kind, rugged, and he genuinely admires her singing voice and wants to have meaningful conversations with her. Likewise, Beren falls in love with Lúthien because of her genuine kindness, her singing voice, and how sincere and wise she really is. She doesn't look down upon him for his experiences in the war, but she seeks to understand what he went through and help him heal.

Since Beren and Lúthien seem to be truly in love, they earn a lot of support from the Ton. Finrod is happy to support them, of course. He hasn't seen Beren this happy since before he went to war.

Of course, Thingol is disapproving of Beren at first, since he's only just now hearing about this courtship with the new Earl of Dorthonion. But he's not as strict as he is in canon- he just wants to meet Beren for himself, and see if he's really worthy for his daughter. However, Melian likes Beren almost instantly, seeing that he's strong and wise and very different from most of the noble sons of London's upper class. And Thingol even approves of Beren after learning of how he defended Lúthien from Celegorm, whom Thingol absolutely hates.

I haven't thought of a Regency equivalent of a Quest for the Silmaril or anything like that, though. I guess the real obstacle would be Celegorm, who's insistent on trying to marry Lúthien even after she rejected him, but Melian quickly take care of Celegorm by bringing up some scandalous dirt on him and spreading it through the Ton, which means that Celegorm has to run to the countryside to escape the shame, lol.

So yeah, here's my Beren and Lúthien Regency AU!

[aspirateur-killeuse]

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Melian is abusive au

(Guys, this is an au where melian is abusive, and in no way a reflection of canon (unless you want it to be))

What if in this au, luthien didn’t just become mortal to be with beren, but to also escape her mother’s influence and to set Elwe free?

Like, Luthien knows she’s not gonna beat her mother 1 on 1, she’s been living under her thumb her entire life. And in turn, melian has been using luthien to keep elwe from doing something drastic and luthien hates it.

So when beren is sent on the suicide quest to get a silmaril, luthien saw it as her chance. She didn’t know exactly how, but she knew in her gut that this was her way to victory.

And when luthien stands against sauron and morgoth she unleashes all her pent up frustration and rage at her situation and she takes them out. Yeah, she’s also doing this for her love for beren, but by god she finally has the chance to pummel an ainur into the ground, she’s gonna take it.

Moving on, when luthien become mortal, she feels free, truly free, for the first time because she knows melian can’t follow her to the mortal after life.

Yes she feels a deep sadness for her father, that he will loose his child and that she won’t ever see him again, but there’s also a bit of relief bc elwe was forced into conceiving her, and while he loves her, he also resents her a bit for existing, and luthien in turn resents her mother even more for putting her in this situation.

Elwe letting himself be killed by the dwarves bc he doesn’t care anymore, knowing that his kid will be ok.

(Idk, i guess in a bit of a swisted way, both elwe and luthien chose death over staying in the situation they were in, and once melian realized that her tools were no more, she had to leave too.)

[aotearoa20]

role reversal au

Once upon a time Elwë went into the woods in search of his friend. Instead he found something ancient and wonderful and terrible. It designed to keep him

[dalliansss]

Hiiii <<333 would u tell us more about your thingol and finwe verse? U just made me discover this ship and I’m kinda into it even if Miriel for the win 🤍

Also just thought this would work for them ? ❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

In truth, Elwë did what he did out of concern, prompted also by Fëanáro's concern that Finwë had been getting a bit too...wide in the girth these days. Not that Elwë can blame his husband; since arriving in Valinor, the Noldor king had indulged himself in many things, particularly in food, their hard life in Cuiviénen manifesting itself in this way, where Finwë will not, shall not and can not suffer anybody going hungry during his reign, particularly his descendants and his people -- and also, himself.

They had been busy, of course. Setting in Valinor, ordering the realms of the Eldar, choosing their leaders and their noble courts, exploring their new lands. Finwë, upon whom the burden of the leadership of the Noldor fell on, focused more on the administrative side of things, and so his physical activity fell to the wayside. And the food. Food in abundance, rich and sweets -- Finwë was just eager to eat them all. He soon developed habits of stashing snacks: in the cupboards and drawers, in his pockets, in baskets in the councilroom--

But lately, even a little horse riding made Finwë short of breath, and Elwë knew it was time for action. He had been introducing physical activity back into Finwë's days while only slowly reducing his food portions, but Finwë, ever emotional took offense and booted him out of their bedchambers. This despite Elwë explaining he does what he does keeping in mind Finwë's health, just to make sure his combat skills does not fall to the wayside.

Still, Elwë gets exiled. Oh well.

So he takes himself to his seaside house at Alqualondë, and there he busies himself with sailing and fishing every early morning, even before the Mingling of the Lights. He trusts Fëanáro to take up where he can't, and Finwë will find that more difficult, because Fëanáro does not compromise and imposes his discipline with a harder hand that Elwë does. There will be no coaxing from Fëanáro, that is certain. Do or don't.

Elwë has just finished his rounds selling off his catch at Alqualondë's famous seaside markets. He walks home, and is surprised to find Finwë already there, waiting for him, the Noldorin king dressed down to sleeveless tunics fit for the hotter climes of Alqualondë. Finwë sees him approaching, and he stands, beaming-- and then as if he remembers he is the one who exiled Elwë in the first place, his smile falls, and he wrings his bejeweled hands.

Elwë Singollo draws close and quirks an eyebrow as he hangs his fishing net by the rack. "Well? I thought you said you never wanted to see me again."

"You know I don't mean that!" Finwë cries out, anguished. He is the one to close the distance and throw his arms around Elwë in a hug. He whines. "Elwë-- my heart, song of my fëa, come home....please?"

Elwë lets out a long-suffering sigh, but he does wrap his arms around Finwë. Look at that. In years that seem so long ago, he could hug Finwë and feel his ribs. Nowadays, it's all fluff. It's not a bad thing, but Finwë needs to reteach his hröa how to keep moving. It is for his own good.

"Fëanáro got you good, huh?" Elwë snipes, sly. "Alright, how many laps does he make you do before he's satisfied?"

"Twenty every early morning," Finwë complains, pouting. "And I haven't even eaten my scrambled eggs yet! And no coffee yet! No orange juice! Ai, he's so mean, Elwë! And-- and he he also got Nolofinwë joining in! Two of them! They're horrible! Can't leave their old father alone..." Now he pretends to sniffle. Dramatic elf, this one.

"But you exiled me, remember?" Elwë points out.

"No!" Finwë cries out. "I take it back! Go home with me! I rather take the long walks with you and the horse riding with you! At least you let me have breaks and you let me relax and--! Elwë!" Finwë pouts. Lower lip quivering.

Elwë rolls his eyes with such a great, exasperated fondness. He bends to kiss the pout away. "Very well. I will go home with you. But I hope you know the walks and the spars and the horse riding won't stop, nor go away. Understood?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I love you, Elwë!" Finwë hugs into his hold again, happy now.

Elwë shakes his head. Ai, this elf...so silly. The silliest of the lot!

[imfromthemiddlekingdom]

Just had a thought. It makes no sense but I’m running with it. Miriel is Thingols daughter from before he met Melian. She married on the shores of the lake to Finwë with his blessing and they all journey to Valinor. Thingol does his hundred years long stare with Melian as his first wife leaves with their daughter and son in law. They get to Valinor and Miriel falls pregnant. She dies as she did in canon but this time her mother who is technically the de facto leader of the Teleri stays to raise Feanor until Olwë’s group arrives. Feanor in this is Olwë’s great nephew so make of the first kinslaying what you will (not sure if I want to go that route tho since I do want the first age to be less tragic but also more tragic at the same time). Finwë petitions to be allowed remarriage and his mother in law is furious. Cue obligated “you’re betraying my daughter! She could still come back and you will doom her to Mandos forever! What will Elwë think with you giving up on his baby girl!!!” He doesn’t listen and goes on to marry Indis. Feanor thus is primarily raised by his grandmother who goes on to tell him all about his mother and grandfather. He’s probably close to Olwë and co. Haven’t really decided yet.

Idk where I’m going to go with this. But I feel like whether or not I wrote the first kinslaying as something that happens in this AU it will still be a tragedy since 1) Miriel isn’t coming back till Finwë dies 2) in Feanors mind another one of his family members betrayed him (his cousin in this au marrying his half brother who’s birth means that his mother could never be alive again) 3) Thingol marrying a Maia when he’s already married and he doesn’t even know his eldest has a kid or is dead 4) the reaction of everyone, especially Thingol, when they find out that Miriel is dead and can’t come back.

The first age would be so much more angsty since Thingol would be choosing between his brothers grandchildren and his grandchildren and grappling with the fact that he lost all chance with his daughter. Maybe throwing a bit of grappling with how consensual the marriage between him an an Ainui is. Idk. I just don’t like the Vala and their kin so I tend to paint them in the worst light possible. Probably gonna write an outline for this late and a fic. Idk yet.

[queensharotto]

Diamond Crown Academy Insta AU #3

Characters belong to @phoenix-manga

[how-mytearsricochet]

to this day this specific track of the fic haunts me, especially at 3AM of a weekday.

[ladysternchen]

Snippet:

“Galathil, that is enough!”

He winced. It was very unusual for his grandfather to adopt such harsh tones, and that made Galathil pause long enough to realise that he had likely hurt multiple people in this clearing with his last words. Shame did not help cool his anger, though, but rather made him glare at his brother even more. Had Celeborn only LISTENED, they would not be in this incredibly embarrassing situation now. Was it not bad enough that Celeborn had had to run and tell the tales on him? Had he had to choose their grandfather and -worse- their great-uncle? Of course, none of them was a stranger to arguments settled by the king himself, that was an occupational hazard of growing up with Lúthien, who was so often at the very heart of the trouble. Galathil was also well accustomed to this fluent shifts between closeness and formality whenever the situation warranted- he would easily wrestle with his great-uncle one moment and then bow to his king in the next. They all did that.

That did not make this situation less embarrassing, though.

And it got even worse for Galathil when Elu surveyed him rather sternly while he laid a consoling hand on Celeborn’s head.

“Nobody calls a prince of my realm a stupid little crybaby. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes.” Galathil pressed between gritted teeth.

Elu, however, still looked at him with raised eyebrows, and so Galathil added. “My lord.”, the words very bitter on his tongue. 

“You need not flatter me, Galathil, as we are not in court. Rather, you are to apologise to your brother!”

“Sorry.” Galathil mumbled. 

This word was even more difficult to utter. 

Elmo smiled and picked up Celeborn, who was sobbing rather theatrically now, and stroked his back soothingly.

“Let’s find your Nana and Ada and see what we can do about your tunic, shall we? No need to cry anymore, Celeborn. All is well.”

Angry tears now threatened to spill from Galathil’s eyes as well as he watched their grandfather carry Celeborn away, but before he could leave to find a spot where to cry in peace, he sensed rather than heard Elu sitting down on the ground beside him.

“Come here, little one.” he said gently, stretching his arm out to Galathil, who followed the invitation only very grudgingly.  Once he sat on Elu’s lap and had his face pressed against his silky robes and felt his very reassuring warmth, however, he had to admit that it was very comforting, which he did even more reluctantly.

“I know how you feel. Being the eldest is a nuisance. And between you and me -and only between us- little brothers can be, too.”

Galathil looked up at Elu, rather surprised.

“Elmo always makes it sound as if there was nothing that could ever come between you!”

Elu chuckled.

“I was not primarily talking about Elmo, but Olwë. He and I are even closer in age than you and Celeborn. And HE used to follow me everywhere and cry for me to wait for him and refused to listen when I told him not to do something or other. But of course, if I happened to tell him off for it, he would run to our mother and guess who got into trouble for it? Not him. And worst of all, he outright stole Círdan. Until Olwë came along, I was Círdan’s favourite little cousin. But Olwë had a thing with boats from the start, so of course, Círdan was delighted to have acquired an apprentice.”

“You had another brother?”

It was Lúthien who voiced Galathil’s amazement.

“Elmo and I have another brother, yes.”

[cat-eclipse-m]

there was someone theorising or making a fanon suggestion that kuro may be half or partially elu-blooded. so what better to do than to sketch it out lolz

if it looks a lil sillier than my regular ones its cz i didnt use my apple pencil so yeag

i hope you like the baby :3

reasons why this is supported is bcs

he has shown immense power and quick growth with his psychic abilities, reaching S-rank (he's the only one, i'm pretty sure)

his body shape sort of resembles one of an elu, as elus are mainly slim and have some lean muscle. like kuro!

i also just wanted to draw him with pointy ears lol :3 however i do like to entertain the idea that he may as well be partially elu-blooded.

[kitcat22]

Weird au idea that popped into my head where Feanor creates the palantíri and gifts one to Finwe who while reminiscing about old times accidentally gets a vision of Thingol in Beleriand. I just think that would be a weird way to find out your bff who you thought must be dead or captured after randomly vanishing is in fact alive and living it up with his maia wife. How do you even explain that to people? ‘Hey olwe so remember your brother…’

[ahomeganeyatsu]

Revisiting my Shadowhunter AU for ELu and I wanna draw shadowhunter!Eliott so bad. I got some sketch ideas, but I haven't sat down to really work on it

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Pre-orome: (cw: sexual humor)

Elwe & Lasgen: *talking*

Finwe: *sneaks up behind them and peaks out from behind a tree* *whispered hiss* hey!

Elwe & Lasgen: ???

Finwe, a little louder: over here!

Elwe & Lasgen: *turn around to face finwe*

Finwe: *butt naked from what they can see from where they’re standing* *tears streaming down his face* *looking like he’s about to cry again* i need help

Elwe:...

Lasgen: what the fuck did you do?

Finwe: uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

——————- 1 explanation later ————————-

Lasgen: *rubbing her temples*

Elwe: so let me get this straight: you were horny-

Finwe: *blushing madly* y-yes

Elwe: and instead of using your hands, or finding a partner, or something-

Elwe: you grabbed a long circular shaped metal and... decided to use it as a make shift p***y.

Finwe: .... yeah.

Lasgen: *world’s longest sigh* but you forgot to account for your d**k growth when you get hard and now the metal’s stuck on your mini-me.

Finwe: please help me, the sharp edges are going to tear it open-

Lasgen: *breaths* Akami-

Elwe: i mean, we’ll have to cut it off. I don’t see any other way. Not with the way the metal’s shaped.

Finwe:

Finwe: *starts sobbing* i don’t wanna loose my d**k. Miriel will never want me with only 1 inch!

Elwe: oh my Okrea.

Lasgen: hhnnnnnn, you hold him, i’ll cut him out. Though it might be better for miriel to do it, since she’s much more precise with the blade-

Finwe: NO PLEASE!! I CAN’T HAVE HER KNOW ABOUT THIS!

Lasgen: why? She already knows of your particular brand of idiocy.

Finwe: *starts crying harder*

Elwe: let’s just get this over with.

———————— almost an hour later ————————

Finwe: *clinging onto and sobbing in Elwe’s lap as Elwe holds him still*

Lasgen: *carefully handling finwe’s d**k and cutting the metal away* i now know you in a way i never wish i did.

Elwe: yeah, let’s not have a repeat of this.

Lasgen: *accidentally poking at the sensative flesh*

Finwe: *yelps loudly*

Lasgen: if you don’t stop moving i will actually remove it permanently.

Finwe: *stifling his whimpers*

Elwe: please just finish quickly.

Lasgen:

Lasgen: never say that again.

Lasgen: *making the final cut* and done. Fucking finally.

Finwe: *extracting himself from elwe’s lap and craddling his d**k* oh my god, i’d thought i’d loose you! *turns to Lasgen and Elwe* thank you so much, i’ll never be able to repay you.

Elwe: don’t mention it.

Finwe: i can-

Lasgen: Seriously. Don’t. Lets all agree to never talk about this ever again.

Finwe: *nodding his head rapidly before running off to get some clothes*

Elwe:

Elwe: *leans towards lasgen* you’re gonna use this as blackmail later on, aren’t you?

Lasgen: only if he pisses me off.