#huan is always good dog

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Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 2

Huan vs Finduilas Faelivrin

Huan:

The Hound of Valinor who accompanied Beren and Lúthien on their Quest and later died fighting the werewolf Carcharoth.

Talking dog, enough said

He’s Huan! a good doggo. he’s a dog whose name means “dog” it’s great. He can talk three times and when he does it’s a really emotional moment. Dog with good morals. Kicked wolf Sauron’s butt. i love telling people about Huan it’s always “talking dog with morals—also he’s HUGE” i think huan is maybe horse sized need to check. any way immediate blorbo :)

Finduilas Faelivrin:

The daughter of Orodreth and princess of Nargothrond. She was betrothed to Gwindor, but fell in love with Túrin when he came to Nargothrond. She died after being captured by orcs in that kingdom’s fall.

princess of a hidden kingdom having to witness the general absurdity of first age beleriand and the specific absurdity that is beren & luthien's story, turin's story, and celegorm & curufin fucking with the local politics. has one of the more brutal & memorable deaths in the silm, which is kinda a high bar. sometimes she's also gil-galad, and everyone looks at fin-galad and goes 'that's free Gender', and that's neat :)

Round 2 masterpost

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For the holiday prompts, @i-did-not-mean-to requested "Pets and decorations for the best boy in the whole story HUAN (Celegorm can come if he behaves)."

Here you are friend! Everyone came. ~1.2k words of Finvesen family holiday fun with Huan. One F-bomb, rated G. Posting these to AO3, here. Prompt list. Beleria Cast of Characters.

“Wow,” Celegorm muttered to himself as he stepped into his parents’ foyer.

Nerdanel had outdone herself this year. The Yule tree — a ten foot tall structure only vaguely reminiscent of a conifer — glittered silver and gold under the skylight. In place of branches it was girded in spear-like protrusions, spiralling up the bare wooden pillar at its centre and gradually decreasing in length until they reached a conical crown of clear glass. At the end of each javelin hung an ornament. One would have expected glass, or metal, the sort of costly thing typical of Fëanor and Nerdanel — but this Yule tree, in stark contrast to its structure, was adorned with balls of what appeared to be scrap textile.

It was hideous.

Celegorm shucked off his coat and tossed it on the shoe rack. There was no need to announce his arrival: Huan had bounded ahead the moment they came through the door.

Sure enough, the voice of Fëanor grew louder as he rounded the corner.

“Turko! Your damn dog is getting his hair all over the couch. It was just cleaned!”

“Hi, Dad,” Celegorm greeted him. “Nice tree.”

“Oh, you like it?” Fëanor asked, forgetting Huan’s trespass for the moment. “It’s quite unique, isn’t it? Your mother’s idea to use the old telephone pole and textiles. She’s become quite the proponent of upcycling.” Fëanor bracketed this last in scare quotes.

He looked skeptically at the tree then back to Celegorm. “It’s grown on me,” he mused. “But!” he suddenly pivoted to set his hands on Celegorm’s shoulders, “It’s good to see you, son!”

As they belatedly embraced, Huan came padding back into the room and yapped, leaping up on his hind legs in an attempt to join them.

“Down, boy,” Celegorm laughed. “Remember this is grandma and grandpa’s house, you’ve gotta be a good boy.”

Huan cocked his head.

“Aw, you’re always a good boy, I know.” Celegorm ruffled a hand between his ears. “Come on, let’s go to the basement, Dad won’t be upset if you roll around down there.”

Celegorm winked at Fëanor, who huffed and shook his head.

His father rattled off the usual stream of thoughts as he followed after Celegorm. “I thought you were arriving with Curvo — he is bringing Tyelpë I hope. How are they getting here? Is Cáno giving them a ride then? Have you spent much time with his boyfriend? Daeron. Of course I want my sons to be with whomever they like, but it really is uncanny with him and Nelyo and you finding partners who just so happen to be the children of — oh never mind, none of my business, is it? Can you believe, six months and he still won’t bring him over for dinner! Your mother is picking up the twins. They wanted to take the bus, if you can believe that. Nelyafinwë is picking up a couple pies. He insisted. Have you heard from Moryo, by the way? Your mother texted him but he hasn’t replied.”

Celegorm plopped himself down in a plush arm chair. “I don’t know.”

“Hello! We’re here!” Nerdanel’s voice called from upstairs. Huan bounded back up to greet her.

Fëanor frowned. “That dog is going to have to stay down here. He gets far too excited when everyone is together like this. Did you have to bring him?”

“Huan goes where I go, Dad.”

“Well we’re not spending the whole evening down here so I hope not!”

“Then you’re going to have to let my dog upstairs.”

Fëanor grunted and turned, taking the stairs two at a time to greet his wife and youngest sons. Celegorm took advantage of what might be his last moment of solitude before the storm hit in earnest.

A moment later, Amrod trundled down the stairs. “Hey!” he said.

Celegorm leapt up to take his lanky little brother into a bear hug. “Hey, it’s Red One!”

Amrod kneed him in the thigh. “I have a name.”

“You do?” Celegorm said, and released him with an affectionate smack on the shoulder.

“So, uh,” Amrod said, “what the fuck is with that tree?”

*

And so it went with each new arrival, exchanging knowing looks and murmurs and trying not to snicker at the texts Amrod and Amras kept sending the sibling group chat. Curufin was the only one of them who dared state his disapproval of the tree openly, scowling as he said, “It’s not to my taste.” Maedhros went the opposite direction, concealing his obvious (to his brothers) revulsion with effusive praise and a litany of questions about the tree's craftsmanship and inspiration and symbolism.

After a round of drinks, they all retreated to the kitchen to serve themselves from the spread of food. It was a Finvesen family tradition to get together for a casual meal when the Yule tree was erected. It used to be a decorating party, with a live tree and ornaments strewn over the ground, a memory attached to each one recalled with laughter — but with the move to Beleria, the last of the children finally moved out, Fëanor’s wealth, and Nerdanel’s increasing creative eccentricity, traditions had changed. Celegorm could not say it was for the better. He’d much preferred the joyful chaos back in Valin.

“Hey, guys,” Amrod said as he re-entered the living room ahead of the others. “Where’s Huan?”

Celegorm strolled up behind him to see his dog, indeed, gone. “Huan boy!” he called.

There was a playful yelp from the foyer, and Huan came barrelling in shaking one of the cloth ornaments in his jaw. He tossed it on the ground and disembowelled it of its stuffing. Then he ran back, and there was a crashing and yelping, and another ball rolled into the living room.

It seems Huan agreed with the general opinion on the tree. Celegorm laughed hysterically until Amrod clapped a hand over his mouth.

“What’s going on?” Curufin asked as he walked up beside them with his plate.

“Shh, shh,” Celegorm hushed him. “Pretend you don’t notice.”

"Oh. I see," Curufin said.

So they retook their seats, keeping up the mundane chatter, each brother shushing the others as they entered. Huan gleefully made a heap of his carnage in the archway between foyer and living room.

Returning second-to-last, Fëanor immediately caught sight of the mountain of destroyed ornaments. There was a tense moment of silence; then he turned to Celegorm, grinning, and winked as he took his seat.

“You’re all being very quiet,” Nerdanel said, plopping herself down last. “Is something going on?” She scanned the room. “Oh my god! What happened to my—!” She set her plate down and burst into the foyer. “Huan! Huan, bad! Stop pissing on my tree!”

Following Fëanor’s cue, the others all broke into laughter.

“You’re all terrible,” Nerdanel said, standing in the door frame with her hands on her hips.

Then she too chuckled, then laughed, then howled. “No. No, you’re all perfectly right.” She wiped the tears from her eyes. “It’s hideous, isn’t it? I don’t know what I was thinking. What do you say we go pick up a proper tree after we’re eaten?”

“Yes, please!” everyone shouted in unison.

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Turin and Nienor- A Silmarillion Demonslayer Au

Summary: Turin and Nienor, much like Tanjiro and Nezuko, hail from a once-powerful lineage that has withered into poverty over generations. Their father mysteriously vanishes, and tragedy strikes when a demon, Melkor/Galrung, slaughters their sister, Lailath, and Mother, Morwen and turns Nienor into a demon while Turin is away. Returning home from selling wood, Turin is met with a gruesome scene, his family gone, and his sister transformed into a demon.

I've recently fallen down a rabbit hole of the kny (demonslayer fandom) and despite how niche it is, I decided to combine my two favorite things; Kny and the Silmarillion.

Turin and Nienor would be the main charachters of the series, since they fit mostly with the charachters Tanjiro and Nezuko being the best brother-sister duo in the series. There designs and outfits would be similar too, except in this case, Turin's blade is fully black. After Hurin dissapeared into the woods, Morwen could no longer provide to her family and they fell into poverty. Turin is sent down into town to sell coal every day, but when he gets back one night, he finds his mother and Lalaith slaughtered by demons, and his sister turned into one. He carries her down the mountain, but is attacked by Nienor, but is able to get her under control and lucid.

However in this au, Giyuu is replaced with Beleg, and like in the original canon, finds the newly turned Nienor and Turin. He uses a bow and arrow made of nichirin to halt a demons attack, and then uses a sword to finish the demon off. Otherwise does not have have a breathing style which stops him from becoming a Hashira. He is rank Kinoe. Beleg notices Nienor and Turin's unique situation and personally helps them, escorting them them to the Demonslayer corps base where they meet the Hashiras and the leader of the corps.

The Hashira

Maedhros: Flame Pillar-oldest son of Feanor and known to be the most powerful of the hashira. His tsugkuo are Elrond and Elros who use mist breathing.

Maglor: Sound Pillar- He shares tsugkuo with Maedhros, his older brother. He sees them as his sons and is extremely protective of them.

Celegorm: Beast Pillar-He hunts demons with his loyal wolf-dog, Huan. He is known to be very brutal when he kills demons.

Curufin: Stone Pillar-Not only is he a hashira, he also is a part-sword smith and creates nichirin swords/weapons for the rest of the hashira.

Caranthir: Wind Pillar-His style is extremely aggressive, channelling his anger for demons into a form that causes demons immense pain.

Aredhel: Flower Pillar-One of the most powerful, she has really good eyes which allows her to use vermillion eye, a type of form in the flower breathing style. Her adopted son Maeglin runs the butterfly mansion while she is away.

Galadriel: Thunder Pillar-She is the most mysterious hashira and hides her full strength to surprise demons. It is said uppermoon 1 is wary of her.

Finrod: Serpent Pillar-created his own breathing style and uses a curvy sword that resembles a snake. He later saves Turin and Noenor from Uppermoon 1 in exchange for his life.

Fingon: Ice Pillar- He a created a breathing style based off of his father, who recently died to a fight with Melkor. he is the closest with Maedhros, and he is known for being reckless.

When Turin and Nienor arrive at the corps, many call for the execution of Nienor because she is a demon. However the leader of the corps stops this from happening. The corps have always been run by the Finweans, who have always strongly opposed Melkor, who placed a curse on there family for centuries. Feanor, the last true leader of the Finweans was targeted by the Demon-king, Melkor himself and turned into a demon, where he was slain by his sons, who many are the Hashiras. His widowed wife was supposed to be in charge but leader was usurped by Fingolfin who is the half-brother of feanor. Despite being a benevolent leader, some of the Hashira, (the sons of feanor) do not believe them as true leaders which causes much tension between the corps.

Amrod and Amras are the only Feanorians that have not become Hashira, but are still a high ranking Kinoe. The reason is so that they will hide there existence from Melkor so they are not targeted, so that if their brothers die, there will be someone to still continue the family line.

Fingolfin stops the Hashira from executing Nienor, foreseeing that she would cause a great change in the war against Melkor. Turin is then sent to train with Beleg under the Hashira. Beleg and Turin quickly become close friends, being similar in age and bonding over there traumatic experiences.

To officially become a Demon-slayer, they have to go through final selection, without his demonic sister protecting him. Turin meets a girl named Findulias, a love breather who uses a nichirin spear to slay demons. They pass the final selection together, and with Beleg they begin to go on missions to slay demons together, where Nienor, who hides in Turins wooden box most of the time, helps fight demons.

Melkor hears of Turin and his sister, who is one of the only demons to ever break his curse and not eat humans. The siblings begin to pose a real threat to the demon king. Enraged he begins to send his most powerful demons after him, including the Twelve Kizuki (upper and lower moons) after them.

The Uppermoons

Sauron- Uppermoon 1-The strongest demon, only second to melkor and his most trusted. He used to be named mairon and was a demonslayer. however he willingly betrayed the corps to becmoe a demon. No one has come close to killing him-except for a female slayer named luthien, but some believe its just a legend.

Gothmog-Uppermoon 2- He is a giant and burly demon, with no distinct human features unlike Sauron. He is mysterious and nobody knows who he was as a demon-but again he has never let his victims live.

Galrung-Uppermoon 3-He is the one that is sent after Turin later in the story, and becomes his greatest foe after it uses its blood demon art (powers) to trick Turin into killing his closest companion Beleg. ever since then Turin has sworn to hunt and kill Galrung for good.

Thurigwethil-Uppermoon 4- The only female in the uppermoons and only eats men and spares women. Despite being a lower rank then Sauron, she is the only demon that was spared by luthien from any hurt, the most powerful demonslayer in history.

Gostir-Uppermoon Five- Another dragon-like uppermoon who was twisted into becoming a demon. The prodigies Elrond and Elros are the ones to kill this upper moon by themselves, proving they have a lot of potential. Sauron especially takes interest in them and realizes that they are from his blood-line of maia.

Draugluin-Uppermoon 6-The newest of the uppermoons and only recently was a lowermoon. However it has eaten quite a few hashira over the centuries and still poses a real threat.

Lowermoons

Telvido- Lower moon 1-Is known to take the form of a cat, and has razor sharp claws that can turn a slayer into ribbons. Despite its feline appearance it can talk like a human would, and call itself "the prince of cats"

Berúthiel-Lowermoon 2- She is a beautiful woman, but dont let that fool you-she could easily kill you. Her blood demon art is unknown, which makes her all the more dangerous.

Shelob-Lowermoon 3- A spider like lady descended from an uppermoon that was killed by hashira centuries ago. She is much less powerful then her predecessor, however she is still a lowermoon, and has gleefully gobbled up many innocents.

the rest of the lowermoons are unknown.-

This is very much a self-indulgent au since I know there is not a lot of overlap between these two fandoms. To the people who are interested in this-thank you please feel free to reblog.

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@tolkienfamilyweek Day 2: Siblings

You know what gets me about Celegorm and Curufin specifically? They are quite possibly two of the least redeemable characters in the Legendarium (saying a lot) and are equally fucked up but in fundamentally different ways. Curufin believing in his father absolutely even after everything and still being convinced in his righteousness and resenting others for standing in the way of what the sees them as morally entitled to whereas Celegorm just doesn’t think in terms of right or wrong anymore, he’s not trying to be ‘good’ he has a goal and he’ll take any path available to achieve it.

Purely selfish in both cases but Curufin has a god complex (or more like he puts Feanor on a pedestal and agrees with his god complex) and hates the Valar with a vitriol and has successfully bent himself over backwards to consider all his actions entirely justified. Whereas Celegorm genuinely doesn’t bother justifying himself at this point and has the ‘well we’re all doomed anyway so who the fuck cares anymore?’ attitude to future actions. He doesn’t hate the Valar for the same reasons some of the others do, he doesn’t distrust them or believe they’re evil, he feels his people were abandoned and resents it because he knows he was in the wrong but Morgoth is very clearly worse and haven’t they suffered enough yet?

Very different and terrible kinds of evil, but equally evil. Do they really understand each other’s moral compass (or lack of it)? Probably not, but they accept it anyway. They know that nothing they do will ever disgust or horrify the other because they’re both as bad as each other and there’s something freeing (if decidedly unhealthy) about that lack of judgement.

I am so obsessed with the dynamic of two mass murderers with no morals whatsoever never once contemplating stabbing each other in the back because they love each other just as much as any of the heroes love their family. Think about it, Curufin has his father’s name, his face, his skill set, and we know these are the things that Curufin would consider of utmost importance. There’s no way Curufin doesn’t think he should be on a throne, he was most probably out for Fingolfin’s and canonically out for Finrod’s. But he wasn’t out for Finrod’s throne to take himself, he wanted to place Celegorm on it.

He thinks insanely high of himself and thinks he’s worthy to be a king but he clearly believes Celegorm just as worthy and has trust that his brother would value his input and treat him as an equal, which doesn’t seem that far fetched because, even with all the clashes you’d think would come between two strong personalities like them, they ruled Himlad jointly for years with no power struggles. What’s more it seems like this was by choice, that instead of ruling their own realms, which you’d imagine proud people like them would want to do, they preferred to share Himlad in an equal partnership.

Curufin is so terrible even his own son, and presumably wife, can’t bear to be around him anymore but Celegorm? He’s never going to leave him, never, they are always going to back each other up and everyone else will suffer for it.

One of my favourite moments with them is when everything goes to hell, they’ve been banished, Finrod’s dead, Luthien escaped and then, to top it all of, they try to get revenge on one maiden and a mortal and not only get utterly trashed but Celegorm’s dog who he’s had since childhood and kept as a companion through everything up until this point finally changes sides with no warning whatsoever and chooses Luthien over him (on another note, what the hell Huan? You seriously haven’t had moral qualms before now? Even if this was the last straw for you could you not have picked a better moment than when Celegorm looked like the only person who was going to stop his brother being throttled to death?)

So Curufin’s almost died and Celegorm, after they got absolutely humiliated and have lost everything due mostly to the two people in front of him and he’s not known for his ability to control his anger, is ready to leave. After Curufin is released Celegorm takes him unto his horse and starts to ride off with him before Curufin initiates again and fires after them. Celegorm is the hunter among them, presumably he’s far better with his own bow and he definitely wants revenge, but he doesn’t shoot after them. He’s willing to give up his revenge for his brother’s safety and that’s more of a show of love for them than anything else could be.

All I’m saying is that if they didn’t get to die in each other’s arms and be together at the end they’d been rushing to side by side their whole story….

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Imagine being a pirate in Middle Earth

(Anon I’m so sorry. From my lack of creativity, I made up dumb scenarios with quotes I cherry picked from youtube. I do have one serious so I hope you like this dumpster fire) 

Requested by Anonymous

Warnings: Pretty much none on the first part. Only Amrod is gonna have rough time. Most is jack sparrow like but the last one is Barbossa. 

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-What happens when you pick up a washed-up pirate from a beach? Nothing good, especially if that pirate’s last name is Sparrow. The feanorians learned that the hard way with all the nonsense you caused when you woke up. 

Maedhros

*How you first met*

You: So, let me get this straight. You start murdering our kin, stole their boats, abandoned your other kin who helped you murder our other kin, then proceeded to burn to the boats which might had not burned your youngest brother alive? 

Maedhros: Uhm

You: Wow, and people tell me I’m stupid. Do you have any idea what you did when you burned those boats? 

Maedhros: I know it was wrong, but it was my father’s orders. 

You: Well, your father was an idiot because all the peaceful bonds and treaties you wished to have here on Middle Earth are not gonna happen because burning those ships marked you as the enemy of the Eldar and the sea. They’re protected by an honor code even we the pirates follow. So, what you technically did is that you told everyone you’re a bunch of orcs. 

Maedhros: … shit. 

You: Heh, how odd that we, the so-called foul pirates, have more honor than you. 

*You helping him and Fingon escape Angband with unimaginable means* 

Maedhros: This is either madness or brilliance

You: It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide

*You about his hand* 

You: Don’t be sad about it. You can now have a hook you can poke eyes with. Did you know there are sea creatures such as starfish that can grow their limbs back? 

Maedhros: …

Maglor

*Maglor talking about something* 

You: You know, your singing is good as a siren’s. It’s gonna kill me if it doesn’t shut up. 

*When he’s having a rough time* 

You: Close your eyes and pretend it's a bad dream. That's how I get by. 

Celegorm

*While in Nargothrtond*

You: Elf, Your dog has more honor than you and knows how to be a gentleman, unlike you. Which reminds me?

You: *Kneel in front of Huan, holding his paw*

You: Would you like to join my crew, mate?

Huan: *Barks*

Celegorm: What? You can’t just ask my dog to be a pirate. 

You: And you can’t just force a princess to stay in the tower like a prisoner and force her to marry you, especially when she said no. 

Celegorm: …

*When the silmaril quest was over*

Celegorm: That didn’t end well. Hey, where’s Huan?!

You and Huan: * Standing on a ship. Huan wearing a hat and an eye patch, holding a knife in his mouth*

Huan: *Staring with a judgy look* Arhhhg

Curufin

*When you kept him prisoner after attacking Luthien* 

Curufin: Hey, you can’t just leave me here tied up!

You:*walking away* You'll broke free moments ago. You have just been waiting for a chance to jump me. 

You: *Turning around to block his attack* 

You: See

*Talking about saving and stuff* 

You: If it ever came to that I would have to choose either you, your brother, or the dog. I'll take the dog. 

Caranthir

*When arguing something later and succeeding now* 

Caranthir: You actually were telling the truth. 

You: I do that quite a lot yet people are always surprised. 

*When Caranthir did something to the rum*

You: Why is the rum gone?!

Mairon 

*When saving Beren and Finrod* 

You: Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly ---stupid. 

Melkor

*When you got a jar of dirt*

You: Look what I got. I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt and guess what's inside it!

*When you make an escape* 

You: "You'll always remember this is the day that you almost caught --- Captain (Name) Sparrow!" *Makes an epic escape* 

Amrod

-He had jumped off into the sea when his family had set the boats on fire. He tried to scream for them to stop and tell them he was there, but they did not hear him. He had nowhere else to run, so he had to jump through the fire into the water. 

-He suffered terrible burns, which burned and stung harder than any blade. The pain was deep and agonizing, making it nearly impossible for him to stay on the surface, and when he tried to swim toward the land, the current suddenly swept him away. 

-He panicked when the land became more distant from his reach, and he didn’t have any energy to swim. 

-He was on the brink of drowning. He kicked his feet as hard as possible, but it only fastened his energy loss, and he was submerged under the water. 

-He thought it was the end for him as his lungs began to fill with water, making him feel even further pain before they became numb. 

-His mind nearly fell into darkness till he heard something heavy, and something suddenly yanked him out of the water. 

-He was thrown against a stern deck, and water gushed out of his lungs, making him cough and slough over the floor. His lungs gasped for air, and his mind awakened back to reality. 

-He was frightened when he saw his rescues. They were elves yet looked vicious and wore clothing no ordinary sailors wore during their journeys. It didn’t help when they sneered down on him, calling him a burned-wet rat and an orc. 

-He took a quick look around the ship, which was ten times bigger than the ships his family used to sail across the sea. The mast stood tall, carrying haunting black sails, and there were round metal constructs that looked like weapons of sorts. 

-His attention was brought back when his rescuers pushed him in a sneering tone. Amrod thought about all the stories he heard as an elfling about the sea and knew from them that he was dealing with pirates– real pirates. 

-They demanded to know if he was part of the burning of the swan ships since he possessed red hair. He didn’t dare the answer till they forcefully picked him up and took him to what seemed to be a captain’s cabin. 

-They pushed through the door, and there you sat, feeding a strange four feet creature with a long tail that screeched at him. 

-Your crew members talked about their suspicions about him to you, and you calmly listened and looked at him. 

-Amrod tried to hold up a calm face, but even though you were an elf, there was something strange and eerie about you. 

-You spoke softly to him, asking if he was hurting and if he would like to have a warm change of clothes. Amrod didn’t know how to answer– he felt reluctant even though the burns on his body were hurting. 

-You softly smiled at him and asked your crew members to bandage him up and give him dry clothes so you could have a proper discussion later. 

-Amrod felt hesitant, but when his wounds were treated and he got out of wet clothes and given time to rest, his body shut down from exhaustion. And he was glad just to have some rest even though he was on a pirate ship. 

-He felt odd the next time he woke up. The crew still treated him suspiciously, and when you invited him for dinner, he didn’t dare to refuse, so he accepted. 

-You spoke softly to him, letting him eat first. You apologized for the rough treatment and explained about the swan ships. 

-It was a prominent rule in the sea to never attack swan ships for they were considered neutral and were your kin. Attacking and burning swan-resembling ships will mark an orc or an enemy, so you stayed around when you saw several swan ships burning at the shore. 

-You discovered the heinous act was done by a group of elves, so you and your crew had been agitated by the news. 

-You asked if he knew about it, and Amrod hesitated, knowing what might come if he told you what he and his family had done to get the swan ships. He didn’t know why they were burned, but having heard such a sacred rule. He knew he wasn’t in a good situation. 

-Amrod decided to play ignorant, but he tensed when he saw you look at him strangely like you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. Your monkey only hissed at him. 

-You then started telling him a little story about you and your crew. How you sailed around the sea and resisted the orcs from the shore. How you found a treasure and how there was a curse of death and lies. 

-You told him how lying was a bad habit and how many end up as the victim of their own consequences before you offed him an apple. 

-Amrod acted out of his brashness, taking a knife and striking you in the chest. You staggered back, taking out the knife, looking unaffected. Amrod paled at his mistake and how you didn’t seem to bleed. 

-” I’m curious. After killing me, what was it that you planned on doing next?” You held the bloodied knife, looking at him with a sinister grin. 

-Amrod tried to leave, but when he got outside. He was faced with the crew, who looked like walking corpses, screeching at him and doing their chores under Tillion’s light. 

-He was struck with terror. He had never seen anything so horrifying in his life. He tried to hide, but even your monkey was a walking corpse, screeching out of his hiding place. 

-You grabbed him and made him look at your crew. 

-You explained to him the curse that made you undead and how the moonlight showed your true form before making him look at you. 

-You told him how long you have been unable to quench your thirst and starved yourself, unable to die. You told him how felt nothing and showed your arm, which turned dead and rotten under the moon. Amrod backed away in fright. 

-” You better start believing in ghost stories, little elf,” You said, showing your true form, which was a rotten skeleton. “You’re in one!” You said. 

-Amrod watched in horror when you opened a bottle of rum, drinking it which flowed through your bones and withered clothes. 

-Amrod ran inside, and you mashed the bottle while closing the door, laughing with your crew. Amrod was hiding in a corner, holding his knees and hoping the nightmare would end soon.

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Dating Celegorm Would Include...

↬ One of the most spontaneous persons in the family. When you’re with him, you’re never bored.

↬ Unless you don’t like outdoor adventures, then you’ll have to convince him to stay more indoors. This would be a challenge since he was practically raised outdoors and he's going to take you hunting quite often.

↬ He’ll take you on adventures, almost every day, from visiting lakes to meadows, fields of flowers, waterfalls, and random hikes at two in the morning.

↬ Huan always accompanies you two, in case you get tired of walking, he’d carry you. This, unfortunately, has been a reason for arguments to break out on your trips.

↬ Huan will offer to carry you and Celegorm will become jealous that you're giving his dog more attention than him. This results in him snatching you from Huan and whisking you away because that should be his job.

↬The look on your face is what makes him believe that he’s doing a good job in your relationship. If you’re not smiling, then it's either his fault (which takes forever for him to admit, or it’s either your fault). There’s no in-between.

↬ He is all for PDA and no he doesn't care what others think about him showing his affection. He mostly enjoys these acts to see you flustered, which means he's going to be taking them up a notch. He loves to walk around shirtless just to see you combust, you are lucky you haven't suffered a nosebleed those times or you did.

↬ With that being said, he’ll kiss your lips every time you two meet. In front of his family too. No shame.

↬ ‘What do you mean I can’t kiss them in front of you’ ‘ammë and atya do it all the time in front of us’ not with that much vigour Celegorm. They’re more modest.

↬ Most, if not, all of your dates are outdoors, so cuddling is done outdoors. Though it would be difficult to cuddle someone so active.

↬ Getting him to calm down so you two can cuddle would be a task on its own. But once you do, it's heavenly because his arms are buff but it's uncomfortable because he's always warm so you're sweating.

↬ I mean you can’t, he’s buff and stronger than you, so you’re pinned down for life. But it’s the perfect opportunity to deliver all those extra kisses. So, it's good that you're pinned in those arms.

↬ You do still need to watch out for his anger. As much as he tries his best to avoid you receiving his outbursts, you still get caught up in them. He's quick to defend you and mostly fights to do so. You'll have to be the one to reassure him that it isn't necessary.

↬ He still attempts to fight the person though, behind your back because he knew if you found out...

↬ When you do cry or become upset, he tries his best to make it up to you. Just know that you do have to deal with his temper from time to time.

Masterlist

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

Animal Companion

Every so often, it so happens that I'll write a Gen Fic. Here is one...

Not (as would be expected Huan, but another good boy)...Enjoy! (feat. Navëquen, my beloved)

Characters:Námo & Irmo & Gorgumoth

Words: 1 800

Warnings: /

“Here boy,” Námo called softly and smiled upon hearing the discreet footfalls, announcing the arrival of his most loyal companion.

“How are the souls?” he asked, patting Gorgumoth’s massive head tenderly while he gobbled up the treats his master was holding out to him in an invitingly extended palm. “Have you kept them in line?”

In a completely unexpected show of innocence and delight, the thus questioned being flopped onto its back and presented its soft, furry belly to the long, spindly fingers of the Lord of Mandos to welcome the congratulatory rubs and scratches that were undoubtedly deserved.

Both the Lord of the Halls of Waiting and his pet were a mystery to many—few were those who could glimpse even a fraction of their thoughts and motivations, and even fewer knew the true story behind the frightening creature at Námo’s ghostly heels.

The first thing that might have surprised those who knew little about the Fëanturi was that Gorgumoth was very much real. He was neither shadow nor dream—he was as substantial as Navëquen and just as vicious if need be.

The second was how much honest love and devotion there was between master and beast, and how much they relied on each other in their daily lives.

“How do you feel about visiting my brother?” Námo suddenly asked in a serious tone, trusting that the huge, dark canine would communicate his opinions unequivocally. “It has been a while.”

They were both easily absorbed by their work, and thus it made sense for them to also share some much-deserved time-off in another, less dismal environment with cheerier company than the ever-moaning dead.

Gorgumoth wagged his heavy tail twice, his ears perking up, and it seemed to Námo that his watchful gaze instantly grew brighter with enthusiasm.

This was to be expected, after all, it had been Irmo who had first brought the pup into the Halls of Mandos, swearing that Gorgumoth was a perfectly well-behaved being that would never gnaw on Vairë’s thread or tear Námo’s slippers to shreds.

Irmo, as was his wont when he saw fit, had blatantly lied.

“You need a friend—for companionship and succour—and I, as your loving sibling, have brought you this fluffy fellow for that exact purpose,” the Lord of Dreams had chirped, and—suspecting his sister’s, as well as his sister-in-law’s involvement—Námo had been patently unable to refuse.

Of course, Irmo had remembered how tender and loving his older brother had been to him during his own youth, and so it made sense for him to suspect that Námo was secretly yearning for someone to care for, who had not yet been traumatised by the ordeal of their demise.

At that time, Gorgumoth had been but a tiny ball of fur with huge, luminous eyes, and—even though he would never have admitted it—Námo had been devoted to him from that very first meeting on.

“His name is Gorgumoth,” Irmo had explained, “and he’s a chipper pup. He won’t mind the gloomy atmosphere and your sour mood—he just wants to be fed and loved. I know you can do that, but I feel as if you’re slowly forgetting about these strengths of yours—and I cannot let that happen.”

Thus, it had all begun, and from that moment onward, Námo was rarely seen without the ever-growing beast, following him around with the loyal admiration only dogs were ever capable of.

Bestial Maiar were always a risk, that was a universally known and brazenly disregarded truth amongst the Valar, and—after some reflection—the Lord of the Dead had judged himself just as capable and deserving of adopting and managing one of these potential catastrophes as any of his colleagues.

There was no actual time in Mandos, but Gorgumoth had grown bigger and stronger continually. To his master’s astonishment, nobody seemed to object to the muddy paw prints and the dusting of hair that consistently ruined the ephemeral, ethereal aesthetic of ever-shifting minimalism Námo usually favoured.

From that lack of protestation, Námo had soon deduced that more than just his brother had deemed him overly morose and lonely. At first, it had certainly stung his pride to realise that his friends and family had concocted the absurdly clumsy creature to palliate his isolation, but—in time—the undeniable solace the pup gave him far outweighed his petty misgivings.

“You are such a good friend,” he now said and bent down to breathe an insinuated kiss onto the dog’s brow. “Irmo really is much wiser than I give him credit for.”

Gorgumoth looked up at his Lord with twinkling eyes that seemed to say, “Of course, haven’t you raised us both?”

“No,” Námo laughed. “No, my friend, you’ve been much more obedient and eager to learn than that flighty fool has ever been.”

Indeed, Gorgumoth had—from the very start—been dutiful to a fault. Even in his earliest youth, when his paws had been too big and round to manoeuvre successfully across the polished floors of flickering grey, he had endeavoured to please and delight Námo at every opportunity he got.

He was a diligent guard dog and a skilled shepherd, making sure that all the souls in their keeping were accounted for and that none wandered off by mistake or by rebellious intent.

His undeniable, relentless competence had soon gained the respect if not the affection of the other Maiar under Námo’s care, and Gorgumoth knew exactly who to seek out for an extra treat or a good cuddle.

Even those who were not inordinately fond of his shaggy fur and wordless communication eventually came to tolerate him as a colleague of sorts—as a matter of fact, the fur-covered guardian of the Halls quite enjoyed Navëquen’s taciturn company, for example, whenever his shift had been extraordinarily wearying.

He was happy in the Halls of Waiting, he was comfortable in Vairë’s workshop, and he loved visiting Námo’s siblings, because Irmo was much more playful than his own master and occasionally threw him a stick or a ball, and Nienna gave the indisputably best cuddles.

In a word, Gorgumoth deemed himself the happiest creature in all of Eru’s creation, which did not prevent him from nudging his master’s long, shapely legs encouragingly now—he had been promised an outing, and he was eager to set out.

Obedient to a fault, Gorgumoth sat down prettily and made the evanescent ground beneath him tremble by drumming his tail against it rhythmically.

“Yes, I miss him too,” Námo admitted and shrugged. “Let’s go visit Irmo then—I am very much looking forward to his newest stroke of genius when it comes to gently manipulating everyone into doing things only he’ll find amusing.”

Gorgumoth would never have disobeyed or deserted his master, so there was no need for leashes or collars as they walked silently towards the gardens of Estë.

“Námo,” she cried as soon as she saw her brother-in-law appear like a threatening but profoundly welcome raincloud on a bright day. “And if that is not my good boy!”

Instantly, a juicy treat materialised in her hand, and she threw it high into the air to see Gorgumoth leap after it.

Her laughter felt like a soothing caress against Námo’s raw, overtaxed nerves, and—without noticing or consciously deciding to do so—he smiled as well.

“Oh, you two are good for one another,” Estë declared, evidently congratulating herself on the stroke of genius she seemed to consider herself to have been a part of. “My husband should be around here somewhere—he will be so happy to see both of you.”

Nodding patiently, the Lord of Despair and Desolation could not help but be cheered by her boundless joy; Estë was a healer to the very depths of her core, and nothing gladdened her heart more than seeing alleviating and mending measures in action, especially if those blessings were then shared and passed on.

It took a moment before he realised that Gorgumoth had not returned, and he was about to whistle when he descried his very own sister, walking beside the huge dog and talking to it softly.

Námo was not sure which of the two seemed more consoled by the other’s presence, but he decided not to interrupt their intimate conclave.

There were things he did neither know nor understand about either of these wonderful, mysterious, merciful beings, and he accepted this as a rare shortcoming of his own with all the noble humility of one who was usually right.

“Brother!” Irmo’s form coalesced out of a quickly approaching cloud of iridescent pollen dust and paper-thin mothwings. “How have you been? What an immense pleasure to see my two favourite sharp-fanged jailors here. I trust you are not in need of healing yourself?”

“In a way,” Námo replied and melted into his youngest sibling’s expected and hoped-for embrace with stoic passivity. “It was time.”

“Are you checking on me, or did you merely miss the endless treats and sweetmeats my wife and sister will conjure up for their guests of honour?” Irmo teased without letting go of the tall, lithe frame he was holding as tightly as he could.

“Nienna visits me often,” Námo grumbled. “I am thankful for her company, and I would never stoop so low as to demand or expect any kind of present.”

“Evidently, your dog does not share your high-minded sense of haughty independence,” Irmo laughed and pointed at Gorgumoth who was in the process of being thoroughly spoiled by the afore-mentioned Valiër. “You should take his example—I seem to recall that only this morning, my wife has brought fresh fruits, given by Yavanna’s grace, which she has not dried into a poultice or turned into a tea. Could nothing seduce you off your path of righteousness? Not even a pie made by my dear spouse and infused with my best wishes?”

Mellowing at Irmo’s charming coaxing more than the actual allure of the pastries, Námo gave an exaggerated sigh. “In the name of collegiality and loyalty—for he is ever faithful to me—I shall not cut short Gorgumoth’s well-deserved enjoyment. You may lead me to those liberally commended baked goods, and I shall follow meekly.”

Irmo shook his head indulgently, threw his arm around his brother’s shoulder, and pulled him towards the small table in the shade of an old Weeping Willow resolutely—he had known and loved Námo for too long to believe even for a single second that the stuffy, old curmudgeon objected to any part of this situation in the least.

Seeing his master move away, Gorgumoth gave a short huff of alarm and then bounded after the swirling clouds of darkness and dreams with joyful anticipation, leaving the Ladies chuckle indulgently at his shenanigans.

Thank you so much for reading <3

-> Masterlist for November (by @cilil)

[hanguangbuns]

mdzs characters' minecraft play-styles

wei ying: redstone genius. and a master at social engineering. he uses both for chaos. he played on anarchy servers in middle school, and therefore a menace for all his friends who play casually. hes the type to try to crystal pvp jiang cheng and "accidentally" blows up his 24 dogs. nowadays, as an adult, he makes redstone machine tutorials and lag machines on servers for trolling purposes. he makes amazing pixel art

lan zhan: doesnt play computer games much but only played because wei ying played it. wei ying tried to goad him into playing together on one of those large public servers when they were teens but he refused. however he secretly went home and asked his uncle to buy him a copy and he proceeded to only play in creative mode for the rest of his life. he is also a redstone genius. he mostly makes aesthetic builds rather than actually beat the game.

jiang cheng: plays the game and does every thing right, but at some point he starts getting bored and wonders what the point of all of it is. he tames as many wolves as he can and has them run around killing mobs with him. he plays in survival single player, never in a server. wei ying always makes him open his world to LAN so they can play together, and he knows, he KNOWS he shouldnt, but somehow he does and ends up regretting it. his house that he took 2 irl days to build is now on fire. he gives up

nie huaisang: forever noob who only played because his friend wei ying convinced him to. he doesnt understand how to play it no matter how many times its explained to him. keeps asking questions about what to do after he chopped the wood. how does he get a sword. why isnt this stone dropping an item after he breaks the block. etc. when he does eventually get the hang of the game, he makes pretty houses and structures thats actually pretty good for a beginner.

nie mingjue: god at PVP and a legend in PVP servers for his extremely OP gear but also kind enough to help beginners that join. in survival he brute forces his way through the game and punches the mobs with his bare fists on the first night, no gear no weapons, low health low hunger. when things settle he tames a cat and makes a nice home. he plays only a couple hours a week bc he has to hit the gym. its comedic watching a grown, muscular man play minecraft

meng yao: set up a public multiplayer server with lots of special plugins and functionality it really looks like a good, legit server. however, no one except lan huan really joins anyways, but he puts his best into the server. whenever he finds out about people that shit talks him or just simply disagrees with him he has xue yang join their servers and grief their world.

lan huan: mostly watched his little brother play on the computer when they were younger but lan zhan let him play if he asked. hes fascinated by all the things to possibly do in the game, and likes the cute little animals. he also really likes lan zhan's builds and tries to make cute little houses himself! he was curious one day and played on survival, and by the time night came around he was panicking when all the mobs came chasing after him. he never played again

lan sizhui: actually plays the game fairly seriously even when all his friends are going around causing chaos in a nearby village. is that one friend that can balance playtime without impacting his school or social life, only on for a few hours a day but uses it wisely. he likes to make automatic farms with the redstone wisdom his mentor wwx bestowed upon him, and even goes the extra mile to make it OSHA certified—he labels everything and organizes all his chests by demension and block type. once in a while, he lets loose when his friends are in a particularly goofy mood

lan jingyi: lets out all his frustrations of real life into skywars and hunger games. he’s really good at parkour too. his favorite thing to do is troll jin ling. his setup is a shitty laptop he uses for school where the frames never peak past 15 fps and the wifi automatically cuts off at 10 pm in his household. he uses every minute he can get.

jin ling: insane rig set up purchased with both father’s and jiujiu’s money and plays with resource-intensive BSL shader mods on java and RTX settings on bedrock. he still gets beat in bedwars by Jingyi on a chromebook. every world he joins he finds and tames a wolf as fast as he can and names it after his irl dog, Fairy. once his dog got blown up by a creeper and he was inconsolable for days

ouyang zizhen: doesnt play minecraft much but will play with his friends on big multiplater servers when asked. the quartet plays factions and they all named him the leader except he never really gets online anyways

xiao xingchen: likes to play on a small, private server he port forwarded just for him and song lan. they played on easy mode and built houses and farms together and beautiful structures. soon, their world was joined by A’Qing, and eventually xue yang, except they didnt know it was xue yang and one day found their world tragically griefed

song lan: only played when xiao xingchen asked him to play. he suspected the player that joined their world was xue yang but he could never actually prove it and xiao xingchen would always give the player the benefit of the doubt.

xue yang: notorious griefer, hacker, and feared troller. he finds private servers with no whitelist and logs in to grief their world as fast as he can. he uses every trolling technique in the book: lava casts, wither boss spawns, illegal items, etc. he looks up to wei ying, a LEGEND in the mc trolling community, in hopes he can get his attention, but wei ying does not approve of his actions at all—HE never trolled and griefed private servers where people put their heart and soul into creating, only the big ones where admins would scam people out of their money. everytime xue yang is banned from a world, he just hops on an alternate account.

A’Qing: loves to get OP gear and make massive builds. however, after joining xxc she gets a new goal: to seek revenge against xue yang for what he did to the server. at some point, she finds her way into meng yao’s server and griefs xue yang’s base with massive amounts of lava buckets. sadly, it was only a temporary success because the server was easily rolled back. she’ll find a way

[jail-crow-of-mandos]

What your favourite Silm character says about you (part 2)

@twink-with-an-agenda you've probably long since forgotten about this but I haven't. Congratulations lol As always, these are all in good fun.

Part 1

Fingolfin: You think you're a responsible, mature adult, but deep down, you know it's a lie.

Turgon: You have been staring at your computer screen for too long and need to go get a glass of water and a snack. (No, seriously, do it.)

Aredhel: You have your MBTI type in your bio and are still clinging to the idea that it's scientific. If you ship her with Celegorm, you also know your enneagram type.

Argon: You don't exist.

Finarfin: You're either an only child or have cut contact with your parents. Probably not both, though.

Finrod: You have 20 fandom tags blocked minimum because you know discourse makes you irrationally angry and you have enough self-control to avoid it.

Angrod: You either ship him with Caranthir or are eternally suffering because that's the only art you can find of him.

Aegnor: You vastly overestimate the popularity of the music you listen to and probably believe the average person on the street knows who Cavetown is. (Hint: they don't)

Galadriel: Already addressed here.

Aulë: You're a Fëanorian apologist.

Tulkas: You believe you like him because he's cool and strong. In reality, you envy him because you wish you too could live up to the expectations that have been placed upon you without your say.

Yavanna: You consider yourself the parent of your friend group. Whether or not your friends agree with that sentiment is unclear.

Ulmo: You're an actual parent. Like you have raised or are raising a whole-ass child.

Oromë: See Celegorm's description in part 1. Now replace the 99 with 100.

Literally any other Vala not listed either here or in part 1: Are they really your favourite? Are you sure?

Huan: How does it feel to be objectively correct? Everyone else can go home, the dog is always the right answer.

[swanmaids]

the bite of the blade

luthien/curufin’s wife: a jailer, her prisoner, and a knife. rated m for violence and knifeplay.

The second time she visits the prisoner, Ruindis brings her husband’s knife.

Angrist is cold and unforgiving, and cuts through iron like butter. The Princess of Doriath is not an ordinary elf, but nor is she made of iron. With Angrist at her hip, Ruindis will not cower.

She lights a torch, and walks down into the dark.

Outside the cell, Huan growls, and bares his fangs at her. Bloody awful mutt, she thinks, you used to love me. Back when I was pregnant, I couldn’t get rid of you. Perhaps it was only the spark of her son in her womb that the dog- who is not really a dog- had ever loved. Well, love of her son is what brings her down to Nargothrond’s cells now, so she ignores him as she sheathes her torch on a sconce and unlocks the door.

The princess is sat serenely on the bed, and she does not flinch as Ruindis enters. She who they call Lúthien is pretty, the way a Silmaril is pretty, and something about her speaks of doom, too.

“Back again, kinslayer?” she asks, in a voice like the singing of nightingales in the wood.

Ruindis hates her.

“Not by choice. You forced my hand,” she says, touching the hilt of the knife.

“I? What have I done to you?” she laughs, turning to face Ruindis. Her eyes are dark as the forest under the cover of night. “I am your prisoner.”

“My son.” Ruindis says, fighting the urge to grit her teeth. Lúthien is always, always under her skin. “You need to stop talking to my son. Leave him alone. You’re upsetting him.”

Lúthien’s eyes flash. Ruindis has not seen her angry before now, and while she is satisfied to have made the woman- who is not really a woman- react, she feels her pulse beat faster in her throat. “Upsetting him? Why, by telling him the truth? Am I not your prisoner? Do you not plan to wed me to your brother in law by force? The fault is hardly mine, kinslayer, if your son finds your actions upsetting.” She rises, and takes a step towards Ruindis, who grips Angrist harder.

“Shut up,” she hisses, “Celebrimbor is a good boy, a good son. He is simply sensitive. There are certain things he doesn’t understand. I won’t have you filling his head with poison.”

“Ah, I see. Ever the doting mother, to be sure.”

“What would you know about mothers, Princess? You have no children- though perhaps Celegorm will get a few on you-”

Lúthien grabs her face, forcing her head back against the wall. The princess is much taller than she - because she is not an ordinary elf, Ruindis must remember that- and her fingers dig into her chin. She looks up at her prisoner, and puts as much hate into her glare as she can.

“Now it is you who ought to watch your tongue. I’d sooner lie down with the Enemy than with him.” She digs her fingers in harder.

Ruindis shakes her head to free herself, to no avail. Then Lúthien releases her grip, all at once and steps back. Her head spins. She raises the knife.

“I’m tired of your stupid games, witch,” she says, “leave my son alone, that is all I request”.

“Alright, I shall. I promise to tell him nothing of his mother waving that blade at me. Perhaps in return, you might let me out?” Her voice is unnervingly light again, all anger gone. As if what Ruindis does doesn’t matter - as if Lúthien could simply walk out, if she willed it.

“You know I cannot.”

“I know you will not. You are too content to crawl on your knees for your husband and your brother in law, even when it will cost you your precious little boy-”

This time, Ruindis lunges. Catching the witch-princess off guard, she pushes her back onto the bed and climbs on top of her, thighs bracketing her hips, holding Angrist’s blade to her throat. Her heart beats wildly and her body burns all over. She hates her, she hates her, she actually hates her-

Ruindis leans over her, panting. Having caught Lúthien off guard for once, she is not entirely sure what to do now she actually has her.

“Well done!” Lúthien laughs. “Very good. Are you going to cut me, then?”

“Would you like that?” She asks, wildly. Her head is spinning. “My husband loves it when I do it to him. He’s always begging me to-” what is she doing? What is she saying? She has to get the situation back under her control- it is under her control, she has Lúthien at knifepoint, so why does she feel so wrong? She presses the edge of the blade down the slightest touch to distract herself, and watches three perfect droplets of blood well up on Lúthien’s milk-white skin.

A lazy smile spreads across Lúthien’s face. She reaches up, the blade still at her throat, and presses her her lips against Ruindis’, the lightest touch, the beat of a butterfly’s wings. What is she doing? This is all wrong, Ruindis should go-

Quick as an arrow, Lúthien grabs her wrist, and grips it. There is a sickening crunch, and a flash of agony, and Ruindis rolls off the bed, her broken wrist cradled to her chest.

“You bitch!” She gasps, darting towards the door and fumbling for the handle with her good hand.

“Leaving so soon? Probably for the best,” the witch says casually, “though you should probably take this with you. I think it could be quite useful, don’t you?”

She tucks Angrist back into Ruindis’ belt.

[thelordofgifs]

Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 1

Ecthelion of Gondolin vs Huan

Ecthelion of Gondolin:

A lord of Gondolin, leader of the People of the Fountain. He died slaying Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, during the Fall of Gondolin.

He took down Gothmog!!!!

Huan:

The Hound of Valinor who accompanied Beren and Lúthien on their Quest and later died fighting the werewolf Carcharoth.

Talking dog, enough said

He’s Huan! a good doggo. he’s a dog whose name means “dog” it’s great. He can talk three times and when he does it’s a really emotional moment. Dog with good morals. Kicked wolf Sauron’s butt. i love telling people about Huan it’s always “talking dog with morals—also he’s HUGE” i think huan is maybe horse sized need to check. any way immediate blorbo :)

Round 1 masterpost

[muse-write]

🥔 po-tay-toes: one of the hobbits invited you for a meal; who are dining with? Which of the seven meals are you enjoying?

🍃 leaves of lórien: what gift would you most like to receive?

🌟starlight: you're allowed to live in one of the Elf Kingdoms of Middle Earth, which one are you picking?

🧂 best salt in all the shire: which small joys do you most look forward to? (particular tea, using a perfume, rereading a book, etc.)

☕ may I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?: What is your favourite hot beverage?

🌳 fangorn forest: Which of Tolkien's creechurs is your favourite?

🕷 creepy crawlies: which of tolkien's creatures do you think is the most frightening?

🔥 barbecue: who is the worst antagonist?

🗝 lost heirloom: which heirloom/object in the films or novels would you like to learn more about?

🍲eowyn's home cooking: which other way could the ring be destroyed? (funny answers only)

📕 the red book of westmarch : what is your favourite quote(s)?

👑the silver crown: the war is won, the world is saved, the king has been crowned. Who are you partying with at the coronation?

🏔 the misty mountains: the pass is treacherous, which two characters are you taking with you to make it over the mountains?

🌋 mount doom: what middle earth take are you throwing into the fire?

⚙ technology: everything is exactly the same but you can give one character a modern invention. Who is it and what are you giving them?

⛵valinor: we're approaching the end of this game, is there a take/opinion you absolutely want to share?

🦗 weta: you're allowed to take one prop (or the canon useful version) home with you from the set, what are you taking?

☀ when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer: either share a piece of good news or something you're looking forward to.

There, a nice short ask for you! ^_^

🥔 I'm dining with Frodo (and maybe Sam if he's around, because you know he'd be a great cook). I feel like we'd have plenty of things to discuss and we could discuss history and Elvish stories and make up poetry and sing songs. Yep, I'm daydreaming about this now.

🍃I don't think it's a surprise to say I want a sword. Imagine going off from Lothlorien on your quest and getting a First-or-Second Age sword from Galadriel herself! Although I would also be partial to receiving a vial of Earendil's light.

🌟What do you think? (Rivendell, it's Rivendell and always will be, I want to live in Rivendell so bad.)

🧂 listening to a good audiobook on the way to work (a thirty minute drive either way gives me a lot of time to get absorbed into a story). recently a good small joy for me has been playing LotRO at the end of the day. Also watching The Chosen on Sundays with my dad. I have a couple of hair clips and earrings I like that I think look really pretty on me and they make me feel fancy, so I've enjoyed that.

☕ I like coffee--I do enjoy tea, but I'm really picky because sometimes it really just tastes like hot water with a hint of leaf. I like flavor (so no black coffee for me, I have to have cream and sugar).

🌳Depends on what "creechurs/creatures(?)" means; if humanoid creatures, then the Elves are my favorite. If not, then...I like Huan. Talking dogs from Valinor just sound cool.

🕷The first orcs--the sheer body horror of twisted Elves having been tortured and corrupted into a form so adverse to what Eru Iluvatar created them to be is wonderfully terrifying. I enjoy those takes that rely on them being more or less like normal Elves, but just...to the left. Evil. Against anything good and warded off by beauty, the exact opposite to what Elves have been established to love. (Despite my misgivings about RoP, I really like what they did with Adar, he was a good idea.)

🔥?? Not sure. Feanor, maybe, just because it's unclear whether he's an antagonist or not. I think Sauron could have been more present in The Lord of the Rings, but Tolkien had a reason for not really showing him, so I can't call that 'bad' either. I've never really cared much for the 'antagonists' in Tolkien's works, simply because he's not that concerned with them as characters other than representations of evil corrupting good.

🗝 Maybe the Elfstone? I like the idea of this relic from the First Age being passed down to the Kings of Gondor in the Third Age, and I'd like to know what happened to it afterward. Also the maker of it is ambiguous, so it has a mysterious past.

🍲Glorfindel takes it back to Valinor and they throw it in the Void. It either becomes nothing or Feanor and his sons keep it out of reach of Morgoth until the Dagor Dagorath.

📕 There are....so many. But the one I thought of first was: “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

The one I thought of second was: "And he sang to them, now in the Elven-tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness."

👑 The hobbits would be great partiers!

🏔️ Aragorn would be a great companion—he’s climbed many mountains in his day. Maybe also Arwen, I just have a feeling she’d be a good traveling companion in hard times. She doesn’t appear much in the book but I get the sense that she’d be a loyal friend who looks after everyone.

🌋 There are so many bad takes I don’t even know. Character-wise? Russington. I can see the appeal, I get why people ship them, but also they are cousins. Actual Middle-earth centric? Maybe that the Valar are horrendous at their jobs and meddled too much/didn’t do enough. The Valar were working for the good of Middle-earth and, more importantly, to fulfill the plans of Eru Iluvatar, which I think is extremely importsnt to look at from Tolkien’s Christian POV. Of course people do have some valid criticisms, and fans can think whatever they want, I just think that sometimes I see people missing what Tolkien was trying to do (it’s something that took me years to come to terms with as well).

⚙️ I’d give Elrond medical science and bring HollersandHolmes’ AU to reality.

⛵ I don’t think so…

🦗 I’d take Legolas’ pair of knives. I’ve wanted them since I first watched the movies. They’re so elegant, so Elvish!

☀️ I’m pushing myself out of my comfort zone this year and trying to be such a more social person! I’m more confident than I was this time last year!

[adwendoodles]

some sketches trying to figure out designs for some ley of leithian characters ... some with more effort put into them than others

[runawaymun]

I'm sorry today was so hard on you 😞 Since you requested distraction and elves, can you share your very softest Elrond headcanons?

Thank you 💕 very softest (imo) Elrond headcannons:

He can feel heartbeats through hard surfaces. So he can always tell how anxious or scared someone is even if they’re masking it well.

He loves cats and they’re welcome in Rivendell. They have loads and Elrond can communicate with them in a very basic capacity, and they’re given run of the house under the condition that they do not eat any wildlife. They have plenty of tasty food put out for them instead.

The Rivendell hunting hounds are descended from Huan. He got a puppy from M&M as a gift when he was a kid. All of the Peredhil kids have a dog. (Arwen is especially close with hers!)

His go-to nightmare remedy is hot chocolate.

Literally will smother you to death with cuddles.

Can and does use ósanwë to alleviate others’ anxiety. He’s able to radiate feelings of calm and safety but does it in such a way that it’s a Vibe, rather than something impressed on you.

Can and does use Vilya to biologically help quell panic and anxiety by gently regulating heartbeat and breathing speed.

Obsessed with collecting things from people he loves. His desk is his version of the family fridge. He has drawings his kids did when they were little pinned up there. Flowers from Celebrían’s gardens pressed in books. A particularly shiny rock a toddler asked him to take good care of like 1235 years ago. A lumpy lime that no one wanted (he felt bad for it). Some trinkets the murder of crows roosting in the oak tree outside generously left for him. The desk drives Erestor nuts cause it’s so overcrowded but everything on it is Special(tm).

Can semi-alter reality with his voice. Uses it in the softest possible way by making the world’s coolest bedtime stories for kids. Is he singing the lay of lúthien? Congrats there are flowers in your bedsheets now and you can hear Thingol’s court and see a tiny Lúthien dancing on your bedside table.

He delivered all of his children himself, because he didn’t trust anyone else to help Cel with this and regularly makes jokes about “I brought you into this world I can take you out of it” in the most affectionate and dorky way possible.

When the kids were little they would all fight about who the favorite kid was. Elrond devised a game of dibs. Whichever kid is the closest to him is the current favorite. This had evolved into a very high-stakes ordeal. The second they get into this argument and then demand an answer he’ll just say “nearest to me” and BRACE HIMSELF as Arwen starts climbing him like a tree, Elladan koala-hugs his arm, and Elrohir yeets himself across the room for a football tackle. Nearest becomes “fastest”. Oftentimes it’s a close tie and they have to defer to Celebrían or Erestor or Glorfindel to accurately judge who grabbed Ada first.

Elrond and Celebrían are roughly the same size (provided he’s not having an especially Maia-ish day) so they share clothes.

He has the worst possible case of Dad Humor and it’s very embarrassing for his kids.

Speaks to babies as if they’re intellectual old men and toddlers like they’re drunk people he’s trying to coax indoors with Taco Bell and pspspspsps

Collects stray and disabled/chronically ill animals and sometimes they end up sleeping in his bed. It’s not uncommon for a whole gaggle of orphaned chicks to imprint on him and follow him around Rivendell all spring. He saved a rabbit from becoming soup once and just carried it around in his arms and let it sleep on his desk. There was a whole ass fox in his study once. Erestor had an aneurysm about it because it kind of made a mess of his papers but Elrond had rescued it out of a hunting trap and brought it home and it was family now and that was not up for debate. He’s the kind of person that grabs a raccoon out of the garbage can and says “this is my best friend please excuse him we’re working on his manners”

[youareunbearable]

I've been thinking, but what if Beren knew Meadhros before the Dagor Bragollach and the Silmaril quest went down

Sure his father was sworn friends with Finrod, but Meadhros was the Watcher of the North, he probably had worked and fought alongside Beren’s father, Barahir of Dorthonion, Lord of Ladros and Chieftain of the house of Beor. Maedhros worked alongside a lot of men, and he was smart and likeable and a strong general, so he probably kept good relations with the Men that lived nearby that would be willing to lend willing swords to help him protect the March.

He maybe even was a guest to Barahir’s wedding, he maybe even sent a gift at the birth of his son. Beren fell in love with an Elf, and that love must have come from somewhere. As a child he must have visited Maedhros’ kept in Himring for a summer celebration that his family was invited to. He had never seen so many Elves before, and they were as beautiful as they were strange. There was one Elf, tall with dark hair, who could sing Songs so beautiful Beren felt as if he could reach out and wrap the sound around him like the world’s loveliest cocoon.

Even the Lord of Himring, the tall being with survival scars and glowing eyes and hair like living fire, looked gorgeous when he laughed. Apparently the singer he just complimented was his younger brother Maglor, and not in fact a beautiful maid. No one seemed to mind his blunder, and Maglor gave him a warm smile and a head pat so all was water under the bridge.

(Years later, Maedhros would continue to tease Maglor that his beauty and voice must be second to Luthien, if his young lover was able to forget him upon seeing her. Maglor just sniffs)

When the Dagor Bragollach happened, many of Beren’s people fled to Maedhros’ fort, and Maedhros kept them safe. When things calm slightly, he might even send out a search party for the missing Chieftain and his son. The scouts return months later with a sobbing Beren and the Ring of Barahir. Instead of letting the man wallow in his grief alone in the wilds, Maedhros would help him, help him be the leader his people need, help him take his grief out on the swarms of the Enemy at their gate, and help him deal with the grief of losing a father. He might even show him his father’s ring, the Feanorian star signet ring that he keeps as a necklace after his father’s death. Tells him how he gave this ring to his brother Maglor when he went off to go fight Morgoth, and how his brother returned it to him 30 years later after his rescue. Maedhros mentors and guides Beren for four years, long yet also just a blink of the eye.

Beren would lead fighting parties, he would become a swift and terrible blade under Meadhros’ wing, and a kind and just leader. But the bounty that Morgoth put on his head is still the same in this version, and he is still chased and hunted by Sauron until he flees into the woods of Nan Dungortheb, then into Doriath, and still falls in love with Luthien at first glance.

She still loves him back just as fiercely, and when Beren asks Thingol for Luthien’s hand, this time when he asks for a Silmaril, it is a snub towards the Noldor who have hosted and trained and, one could argue, even raised Beren. It is still just as an impossible task as before and Beren still accepts.

He knows he cannot go to Maedhros for this, he has his own battles at the North and Beren could never ask him to go back into the Enemy’s hands, so he writes him a letter explaining that he will not be returning home and still goes to Finrod. Celegorm and Curufin still try to stop their foolish cousin and his men from going on this quest. Finrod once again leaves with his small group of loyal men.

Except this time, as they leave Nargothrond, Amras and Amrod ride on to intercept them and encourage them to first rest, plan, and wait for Maedhros’ backup at their fort in Estolad. There they have more Men and Elves that want to join their group, and when Maedhros comes (furious about Thingol, worried about Beren going on this impossible task, sick with the feeling of the Oath forcing him to want to help send this young Man to his doom on the slim chance he might succeed) they create a real plan, get the schedules of the Enemy’s movements, and maps (a map of Fingon’s path into Angband, a map of Sauron and his lieutenants recent movements, patrol paths, and some secret paths that the trolls and slaves they rescued gave, and the layout of Morgoth’s halls that Meadhros himself remembers from his enslavement)

Maedhros also gives him a small, thin blade of Mithril. "It’s to hide on your person, if you get captured, this blade won’t break and is light as a feather." He gives him this blade, not to free himself or the others, as the purpose his brother Curufin had in mind when he made the blade for Maedhros after he was rescued by Fingon, but as another method of escape. The eldest of Feanor’s Sons grips Beren’s arm and tells him that there is nothing worse in Arda than being at the mercy of Morgoth and his pet Sauron. He tells him this blade may seem like a curse, but it is a gift. Meadhros doesn't pray, he hasn’t in centuries, but he dearly hopes that Beren will not have to use it.

This time, when Finrod sings his Song of disguise, it's over much more than a handful of followers. This time, when they reach Minas Tirith they are better prepared to sneak past the fallen city.

(This time, Curufin and Celegorm don’t kidnap Luthien so Celegorm will marry her, but to keep her safe. She still doesn’t appreciate it and still steals their dog. Well, it’s not stealing if the dog escapes with her. This time, when the brothers are still forced to leave Nargothrond, it's not under exile but as a polite but firm request to leave. This time, when they chance upon Luthien and Beren again, Celegorm isn’t fighting over his ego and heart being bruised, but because this bitch stole his dog, and because they made their dormant Oath writhe under their skin, which one could argue is worse. They still lose against the Man and the Half Maiar, and Celegorm’s dog still won’t come home. This time, when they make to to Maedhros’ Himring fortress, they aren’t screamed at for their political fuck ups, but they get a stern “Why do you two always make things so difficult for me” lecture of disappointment while Maglor plays an unsympathetic and taunting accompaniment)

They still fail. Finrod still fails in his battle against Sauron but he is able to do more damage to the former Maiar, and they free more of their trapped men before he is killed by a werewolf. This time it’s not only Arafinweian Elves that fall, but Feanorian as well. When Luthien comes to save him and carry Finrod’s body away, it is Meadhros’ men that send the news to his nephew in Nargothrond, and this changes things.

When they go into Morgoth’s halls again, this time, Beren uses the little mithril blade he was given. This time, he escapes with not one silmaril, but two. One for Thingol, and one for Meadhros and his Oath.

His hand is still eaten with the Silmaril by Carcharoth. And Beren still grieves for the loss, not because he has nothing to bring Thingol, but because he knows he can’t give Maedhros his due if he wants to marry the love of his life.

When he gives Thingol the Silmaril, he also gives a warning before doing so, that the gem may be cursed with Morgoth’s taint and while it’s shine is beautiful, it hides something darker, for nothing so lovely should make people bleed and die for it. And if Thingol was wise, he would give the Silmaril to the sons of Feanor before the Oath and the Curse of Feanor catches up to him.

Melian agrees. She is ignored. This does not change.

Beren and Luthien are wed, and Beren invites the Feanorians on the Hunting of Carcharoth, and it is Amras and Amrod that slay the beast with the help of Huan after it attacks Beren. Huan still dies. Beren still dies. Luthien still dies. Yet the Fenorians gain a Silmaril. This is different.

The Oath is not completed with just the one, but it is sated. This time, the Sons of Feanor do not send a letter to Thingol asking him to surrender the gem. This time Celegorm and Curufin do not threaten to burn Doriath to the ground on a refusal that never came. This time, Thingol does not tighten security on his borders. Melian still suggests that they give the Sons the stone after she catches her husband staring at it for too long. Once again she is ignored. That, at least, does not change.

Luthien still sings her husband back to life. They still retire tp Amros and Amrad’s lands, and this time Beren’s people in Himring join them. Dior is still born, and he plays and hunts with two red headed uncles.

(Nirnaeth Arnoediad is still fought. Maedhros is not betrayed by Ulfang, who had seen the light of the Silmaril the Sons hold, and does not cave to the sweet honeyed words of Sauron. His people are not cursed. And his sons still live to fight to survive the battle. This time, Nargothrond sends forces, and Luthien convinces her father to send troops as well. This time Fingon, and his men are not focused and he is able to defeat Gothmog. Fingon is wounded from this battle, and he still dies, but not to a Balrog. He dies as his father did, managing to land five blows on Morgoth before he is slain and the Dark Lord flees. Morgoth’s forces are dwindled down deeply, and there is a unity amongst the Free People’s of Beleriand. They still count heavy losses, but not as heavy as before. Maedhros grieves the death of his dearest companion, and retreats to Himring. While he was successful, he is still the shadow of the Elf he was before. He still wears golden ribbons wrapped around the stump on his right arm and he still weeps. His brother’s still don’t know how to help him. But this time, they do not suggest a second Kinslaying)

Thingol still dies to the Dwarves. Melian is still wounded and returns to Valinor in her grief. But this time Beren doesn’t kill the Dwarf Lord of Nogrod, he lets him keep the necklace but takes the Silmaril. Luthien, in her anger and grief, curses that the Dwarves of Nogord will one day succumb to their greed and become a stain upon their people.

(Unknown to Luthien or the Dwarves, thousands of years later, it is a descendent of a Nogord dwarf that convinces the King of Khazad-dum to continue to mine until they woke Durin’s Bane. It is a descendant of Norgord that was a spy for Sauron which allowed him to overtake Mount Gundabad. It is a descendant of Norgord that uncovers the Arkenstone. It was Narvi, a descendant of Norgord and Durin’s Folk that marries Celebrimbor, and whose death caused such a profound grief that became a weak point which Annatar was allowed to breach and convince Celebrimbor to craft with him. And it was in Narvi’s memory and honor that Celebrimbor crafted the Seven Dwarven Rings of Power. However, that tragedy could also be blamed on Feanor’s Curse.)

Dior still married Nimloth, he still had two sons and one daughter. His parents still die of mortal age and he once again becomes King of Doriath. This time, he gives his father’s bridal gift to his Elven foster uncles, Amrod and Amras. For this Dior was raised on the belief that this stone was indeed tainted by Morgoth. He knew and saw the death and destruction left in its wake. He heard Feanor’s Twins whisper about their broken eldest brother. How he blames himself for the deaths of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and for the death of the former High Noldiran King Fingon. All because he was spurred on by the confidence the Silmaril gave him. He saw how it turned the greed of the Dwarves into slaying his grandfather and wounding his grandmother. This time, he saw and he wanted no part in it.

This time Doriath is the one to host the refugees of Gondolin. This time, it burns by the followers of the Enemy that followed the refugees there. This time, Elrond and Elros are not raised by the ones who burned their city. But instead they were carried out by their twin uncles Elured and Elurin. This time, they were found by Meadhros and Maglor (they were on the run, as Himring was forsaken and overrun by Morgoth’s filth) who takes in not one, but two sets of twins in.

For all their mannish blood, Elured and Elurin aged more like Elves, and therefore looked and acted like Elves of thirty-one, which meant they were children themselves when they fled their burning home. This is compared to their father and younger sister, who grew like Men and were fully grown by their mid twenties.

Elrond and Elros are still raised by the Sons of Feanor. Elrond still follows his love of healing by trying to help the broken Meadhros, and still learns to sing at Maglor’s knee. Elros still learns to fight and foster his love of leading by watching and copying and learning from Maedhros and still learns to love and care and cook from Maglor. Their travels across Beleriand still make the younger twins open minded and still want to love the other races. Elrond still wants to create a city that acts as a safe haven for everyone. Elros still wants to live amongst men and make the choice that his grandmother made.

This time, Elured and Elurin get a chance to live. This time, Elurin will learn that he loves working with horses. This time, Elured will learn he likes to build things with his hands. This time, they will live long enough to join Elrond in his safe haven of a city, and this time they will help him raise his children, this time they will help guard Celebrain on her travels to visit her mother and their family. This time, they will be captured and allow her to escape back to her husband and their children. This time, it is them that will sail because they can’t escape the feeling of being chased, running wounded through tunnels, and being tortured. This time, Elrond grieves, but his children don’t grow up without a mother.

But that is a tale for another time.

In this time, when the War of Wrath ends, Maedhros and Maglor leave their two sets of twins in Lindon. They gather their brothers who live there, and collect those that don’t. This time, all seven of the Sons of Feanor fight in the War of Wrath in an attempt to take the single Silmaril from Eonwe. Curufin and Celegorm are still slain together. Amrod still burns, but this time to a balrog.

This time their Oath is fulfilled, but for attacking a Maiar it still burns them. Meadhros, lost to the pain of his remaining hand and centuries of grief, leaves his remaining brothers and still tosses himself and one of the Silmarils into the fire of the earth. Maglor weeps, tosses the second Silmaril in the ocean, and tries to drown himself. For it was he who urged his brother to join the War under the cover of taking the last Silmaril, but Caranthir pulled him back, weeping himself.

Amras, weeping, throws the final Silmaril to Eonwe, who has caught up to them. He curses the stone and with the Oath complete, refuses to let it tear apart what is left of his family. Eonwe sends the stone into the sky, and it still becomes a token of repentance, and it is still cast as a star in the sky.

Amras, Caranthir, and Maglor limp back to Lindon, and they are welcomed by Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor.

Caranthir will choose to stay with Celebrimbor in Eregion. He will continue to do trade with the Dwarves, he will continue to make lots of wealth on his trade routes, and he will continue to raise his own Half Elven children he created with Haleth. This time, he will see Annatar for the evil he is and refuse to accept any of his gifts. This time, when Celebrimbor accepts Annatar into his halls, he calls his nephew a fool and he leaves Eregion Numenor. This time, Caranthir will help Elros’ descendants create Gondor and there he will live with his children well into the Fourth Age. He will die being ambushed by a small band of highway robbers traveling to Lothlorien with trade goods.

Amras will continue to travel the world until he finally settles with a band of Green Elves which eventually settle in Greenwood. This band will soon join Oropher's group of Sindarin Elves. Amras will eventually marry a Green Elf and they will have one daughter, Tauriel. Amras will join the Last Alliance during the end of the Second Age, and he will die in battle. His wife will be left to raise their baby daughter alone, and soon she will fade after a thousand years of grief. Tauriel will be raised as a ward of Thranduil’s (in honour of her father, who was Lord of Elves and who’s own brother raised two generations of their children) and becomes dear friends his own son Legolas and spends many evenings babysitting him and teaching him the shapes of the stars.

Maglor will continue to sing by the water, he will still have a hand burned by the Silmaril, and he still will have a mind half lost to grief and guilt. But he will stay with Elrond, Elured, and Elurin in Lindon, and he will join them in Rivendell after the War of Sauron and the Elves, and he will be a grandfather to Elrond’s children, and he will walk Elured and Elurin to the Grey Havens, and he will sing on the shore until he can no longer see their disappearing boat. And come the end of the Third Age, he will sail west with his son and his daughter-in-law with the ring bearers.

This time, the Sons of Feanor will all be reunited on the Shores of the Undying Land.

[onthesandsofdreams]

The Gift

Characters: Celegorm, Oromë & Huan Rating: G Summary: “And this, young Tyelkormo, is for you.” Words: 337 Notes: Written for @feanorianweek / atya - daddy / ammë - mother

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“And this, young Tyelkormo, is for you.”

His eyes grow wide when Oromë turns and he sees what the Vala has in his large hands. It is a hound puppy. He feels himself smile, a puppy for him!

“Oh,” He says and opens his arms to receive the hound. “He is so cute, thank you Lord Oromë! I will take good care of him, and we will be best friends forever, I promise!”

Oromë laughs and pats his head, “I know, young Tyelkormo. Which is why I am giving that puppy to you, if anyone will appreciate and care for him, it will be you.”

Then, he frowns. “But, what if atya says I can’t keep him?”

“Your atya and ammë have already given their approval,” Oromë says smiling. “I would not have given you the puppy without consulting them beforehand.”

His frown goes away, replaced with a smile as the puppy in his arms begins licking his face. “Oh, I shall thank atya and ammë too! He is so lovely, I already love him so much!”

Oromë gives him a nod, “Of that, I have no doubt. Now, do you have a name for him yet, or will you reveal it later?”

He looks at the wiggling puppy in his arms, frowns even when he gets tons of puppy kisses. The name comes quickly after seeing the puppy be so happy, “Huan.”

Oromë throws his head back and loudly, “Very well, young Tyelkormo. Huan is a good name.”

He nods, solemn, “He will be a great dog, I just know it! And we will always be together!”

“Good, good. Now come, I promised your ammë and atya that I would take you home after. I am sure they are waiting for you.”

“I can’t wait to show Huan off! My brothers will be jealous, and I’m sure haru Finwë will love him too, and haru Mahtan will be happy for me.” He holds Huan closer and whispers, “You’ll be my best friend, I just know it!”