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Silm Advent calendar 14: Fire

Some headcanons strongly assumed in this one.

Mithrandir rotated the ring on his finger. The moonlight reflected in the ruby, making it seem like a flame. Fire…

There was a Light he remembered but could not remember, it was incompatible with how he was now, like awakening and dream. Too large to fit in his mind. No, it's always been too great. But now even the memory of the experience…

Melian had warned him that being bound to a body would be difficult, but he hadn't expected to be so lost. And now Círdan had made it even more difficult.

The moon reflecting on the sea was silver, but Mithrandir’s thoughts — contrary to the name he had taken — were filled with red.

There was a flame he could, unfortunately, remember with more clarity, now it felt even more natural, and this worried him greatly. He turned away from it long ago, longer than time itself was long, and yet, the memory kept coming back.

Why, of all the things, did he always have to deal with fire?

There were fires he remembered from the War — so far changed from the gold-white brilliance they'd once been — hopefully all gone now, except for one beautiful flame that now rested, to rise in the next morning. Arien. One of the closest, and yet one of the first to leave. Where would he be now if it wasn't for her?

Somewhere less difficult maybe, but not in a good way.

Still, why did it always come back to fire?

Círdan stood in the door of his home. Mithrandir sighed and gestured at the bench, moving to the side.

“I left Glorfindel with some books,” said the shipwright.

“He's quite enthusiastic, isn't he? So full of light…”

Círdan smiled slightly. “Like a haystack, not like a hearth.”

They sat in silence for a while, as Tilion moved through the sky and waves roared. After a while, Mithrandir spoke again.

“You don't know how hot a hearth can get.”

“I know when I see someone who knows restraint. And you do have more experience than Glorfindel. Both with hearths and with hearts.”

“You don't know the nature of my experience!” Mithrandir turned to Círdan, facing him straight. His heart pounded.

“Really?” The elf was unfazed, even smiling slightly. “I'm just a simple elf, but I'm not blind. You came here, having put upon yourself more limitations than your colleagues, and yet embodiment comes to you so naturally that I'd never guess who you are had I not seen you arrive. Also, you feel more like a Man than like one of us. Can't sit straight, can't find a place for yourself. Full of fire. And now, instead of reading, or sleeping, or talking so much about animals that even Glorfindel looks quiet in the comparison, you brood alone in the night. Indeed, I do wonder what your experience could possibly be.”

Mithrandir sat deeper in the bench. After all this time… “I— didn't mean to brood. I'm sorry.”

Círdan patted him on the arm. “It's fine. Most elves brood too when they come here. It's the perspective of sailing. I'm accustomed to dealing with the mood of others. And I have to admit that I have deceived you a little.”

“About?”

“I don't think I would have noticed those signs, or understand what they mean, without some hints.”

Mithrandir closed his eyes. “Seaside dreams, I guess? But why—”

“Just some friendly gossip.” There was laughter in Cirdan’s voice, and a distant echo of a storm, but his face was serious.

“And yet you gave it to me.”

“Whom else?’

“Curunir. Glorfindel—experience can be learned. Anyone.”

The shipwright studied him carefully. “I have to admit, I did not know for certain where you came from when I made the decision.”

“Now you know. You can imagine what I could do with hearts if— You can imagine.”

“And yet, if the past allegiance had always been a good predictor of the present, the world would be much brighter and you would not need to be here now.”

Mithrandir pulled Narya off his finger. “And this would not exist. Tell me, how can two results of a wrong make a right?” He gave the ring back to Círdan.

“Are you certain?”

He nodded. The worst thing that could happen was another one falling into shadow. “Give it to someone worthy.”

The elf took it and nodded. “Thank you. I will feel better knowing that I gave it to you knowing the whole context.” He offered it back to Mithrandir. “As for how to make right out of wrong — you tell me. Not now. But I trust you will.”

“With who I am? Círdan, I begged not to have to come here!”

“And yet you came. You asked me to give it to someone worthy, but the worthy ones sometimes end up…” He winced. “I'd rather give it to someone who will use it to do good. Will you?”

Mithrandir bowed his head. “I'll do my best.” Slowly he took Narya back.

Círdan stood up. “Go get some sleep. You need it now.”

He did, and he dreamed of fire.

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Hello there! Are you currently taking requests? If so then what kind? Are you comfortable with both NSFW and SFW ?

Hi, lovely Anon! Hope you're well. :) Yes, I do. I'm trying any kind (except full on smut NSFW, I'm sorry.), as long as I know the characters. Because I'm answering your ask on my phone I cant access the actual list, so I just repeat s list of possible Fandoms: the MCU, Star Wars, Middle- Earth, Harry Potter, American Gods, Overwatch, Doctor Who, Good Omens, One Piece, ....

If your wish isn't listed, dont hesitate to still ask or inbox me! Maybe I forgot something or I can read myself into something new.

Please just keep in mind that there is _no_ guarantee, because my mental health often fucks up creativity. Nontheless I like to try!

Stay awesome and thank you for asking!! <3

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AO3 Tag Game

Tagged by @therealstartraveller776 ! Thank you—these are so much fun! 👀

How many works do you have on AO3?

Well, I’m in the process of transferring over from FanFiction.Net… so just three right now (because I’m editing everything and rewriting accordingly lol). They’re all oneshots. But on FanFiction.Net I have 59 stories; which isn’t including the stuff I haven’t published anywhere yet. I also have a fic I’m cowriting with a friend, so that shows up on my page too! I have to admit…AO3 is a little daunting with all the tags and stuff 😅 that’s why my transition is so slow….

What is your total AO3 wordcount?

8,593. Which is… nowhere NEAR what I’ve actually written… 👀🤦🏼‍♀️. I’ve got somewhere around 544,593 published words for all my fic accounts. One day I’ll get it all rewritten and transferred and I’ll have a more perfect tally.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

10 fandoms! The Hobbit/LOTR, Phantom Stallion (book series), Thoroughbred (book series), Pirates of the Caribbean, Chronicles of Narnia, Person of Interest, MCU, Sherlock, Barbie (Life In The Dreamhouse—I wrote oneshots for my siblings lol), So Sang The Dawn (book series).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I have to go to FFN.Net so technically this is cheating (but I don’t HAVE five fics on AO3 yet!)… but…

1. Forbidden Desires (Narnia fic)

2. We’re All Soldiers Here (Narnia fic)

3. Star Crossed (Narnia fic)

4. To Be Chivalrous (Narnia fic)

5. Déjà Vu (That’d Be French) (POTC fic)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I always try to respond to my comments, negative and positive. I like that my readers engage with the story and I want to show them (as many as possible!) that I love them for their dedication and the time they’ve put in to reading my story. Readers are some of the best parts of writing fics—and seeing their ideas and headcanons is so awesome!

What is the fic you’ve written with the Angstiest ending?

I’m currently in the process of rewriting and finishing one… but it’s a Narnia Golden Age fic centering around Edmund called “Forbidden Desires”. Definitely not a sweet ending….

But the angstiest one published is a oneshot crossover called “Like Falling Stars” where Loki dies… which ties into the next question.

Do you ever write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Yes I DO write crossovers! I actually quite enjoy writing them—I mostly do them for MCU/So Sang The Dawn (which is a fantasy book series). But I’ve also done MCU/Narnia, MCU/Sherlock, and LOTR/Narnia to name some I’ve posted at one time or another!

Craziest has to be a Loki/Edmund Pevensie shortfic I wrote where they meet by chance during the Convergence after Thor saves Loki from getting killed that first time on Svartalfheim. I never posted it anywhere but I might one day. It was ✨spicy✨

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Probably every multi chapter fic ever lol. People hate the ship, hate my character choices, hate my headcanons, hate my worldbuilding, hate my preferences for relationships, etc…. I delete them all cuz they’re usually all guest or anon reviews. So they don’t matter lol.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I’m 100% gonna steal how I write it from @therealstartraveller776 because I don’t get into that weird romance novel ‘detailing the physical act’. I just feel like it can really destroy the story if it’s not a romance novel type (none of my stories ever have been—maybe an occasional oneshot). I like to write more how the characters are thinking and their reactions to being intimate than just describing sex. Because yes we want them to bang, but if we wanted all that description we can always go to a romance novel on kindle and switch up the names and pretend it’s a historical AU. And that’s so basic.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I haven’t. I don’t think…. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve done it three times in my life and I’m currently doing it with a friend who mutually dislikes the Loki show as much as I do (we’re rewriting to our standards of excellence). And it’s the best co-write to date! Usually I prefer to write on my own, but this was a wonderful exception!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh good glory… there’s really too many to have just one. Loki/Raine Fording (this is a crossover one so doesn’t really count), Loki/Jane Foster, Thumbelina/Cornelius, Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, Will Turner/Elizabeth Swann, Caspian/Susan Pevensie, Robin Hood/Marion, Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Phantom Stallion by Terri Farley. I was thirteen and obsessed with horses. (Still am truth be told!) and had been reading the fica for two years before my sister told me to get an account and write fic myself. lol it’s her fault I ever discovered doing this 😂 She set me up with my account and gave me the motivation.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Less Than Nothing, a Narnia oneshot. It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, but an awesome couple asked if they could turn it to audio on YouTube and that’s Amazing!

Tagging: @dkmbookworm @fast-and-the-curious @turniptitaness @presumptious-quirks and anyone else who wants to participate!

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D E F G H Y Z

D. what fandom(s) do you write now?

the witcher + lotr (mostly the witcher)

E. who is your OTP?

i don’t believe in otps in the traditional sense... presently geraskier but i’m not very happy about it

F. canon fics or au?

au fics baby!! I didn’t used to be into them!! but then the merlin fandom happened to me and now im all about those sweet sweet aus

G. longfics or shortfics?

uhh to write? probably like... medium-long... like around the 10k mark

H. original characters or no?

in fanfic, nah, i’m not big on OCs.

thank you!

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Silm Advent calendar 15: Kindness

Bilbo sat in one of the cozier chairs in the library — still intricately carved, like everything in Imladris — and pondered about his book. Elrond seemed to like it, but he'd said he had some things to discuss (surely he would be polite enough not to question the events even if Gandalf did gossip about it, wouldn't he?). Anyway, some of the illustrations still needed finishing. The dragon was a pain — of course dragons were like that, and—

A single creak of the floor interrupted the hobbit’s musings. 

Elrond stood in the doorway, and very clearly had made the noise deliberately, out of politeness. The Elves were never heard if they did not want to, even here, with the wooden floors and many doors. 

Bilbo smiled, and the lord of Rivendell sat next to him. 

“Your book shall be a wonderful addition to my collection,” he said warmly. 

“...but there's some ‘but’ about it. You don't have to beat around the bush. I'm old enough to be able to handle criticism.”

Elrond looked at him with a strange expression, common for him, that may have been friendliness, sorrow, or simply lack of sleep. Did the last one even happen to Elves? Or to whatever he was exactly. Bilbo still wasn't entirely sure.

“...but you don't know much about summer, my friend, do you?”

“I haven't seen as many, but over a hundred is something.” Bilbo looked at Elrond cautiously, unsure where this conversation was going. (There was no mention of birthdays yet, but who knew?)

“A summer is not kind,” he replied, looking somewhere far away, and his eyes seemed darker than usual. “A summer can be the scorching heat and a drought that kills all of the land. Violent storms. Sea tearing into the land. A summer… can be something you've waited for centuries leaving you empty and broken.” Elrond spoke quietly, as if to himself. “It can be farewells with not much hope of meeting again, or at least— not anytime soon. Summers can be cruel. Almost as much as winters.”

Bilbo didn't know what to reply to such a strange remark, so he went with what worked best: common sense. “Summers in the Shire are always nice. Well, once in a while there is a tad too much rain and someone's field is flooded, or the mill needs repairing, but still, it's the kindest time of the year, even though the others aren't bad either. And you are like that. Except for the floods.”

Elrond smiled, but clearly there was something he wanted to say and did not. For a while they sat in silence in the warmth of the afternoon sun. The host moved as if to get up, but didn't yet. Instead, he said “You can write ‘as kind as a summer in the Shire’, then.”

“It would sound bad. Anyway, who's going to ever read it outside of the Shire? It's just an amateurish account of the adventures of one small hobbit, and some slightly bigger, and way braver Dwarves.”

“And Mithrandir,” added Elrond, looking more comfortable again. He leaned forward on the chair, closer to Bilbo.

“Well, he surely knows that summers are kind.”

“Still, I would rather not force everyone to read about my alleged kindness.”

“It's not alleged!” said Bilbo in the most forceful tone he could muster against an Elf.

Elrond smiled. “Thank you. I really appreciate that you think so. But less that you write so in a book that will be read by many people who haven't even met me. That's unseemly.”

“It would be if you wrote the book, but it's mine. You're just giving advice and corrections.”

“And my advice is: please, remove that description.”

“I won't.”

Bilbo expected (and not entirely without excitement) a long argument about this, but Elrond just sighed. “I think the more objective details are correct. And you have a feel for words that I didn't expect to find among hobbits.”

And with this, he left.

Maybe Bilbo should write ‘as a summer in the Shire’, after all. Warm, gentle and full of flowers. But — he thought again — nobody would read his book outside the Shire, except maybe Elrond’s family, so what would be the point?

His hands were cold despite the sun. It was the time for a good, hot tea with cookies. And maybe provoking one of the less kind residents of Imladris into a long argument about that or another historical event. Ideally one which they happened to live through.

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Silm Advent calendar 8: Roads**

**Edit: I messed up the prompt, today it should be a different prompt, sorry, anyway it's too late to write a new one, so enjoy!

Elros climbed. He should have thought of himself as Minyatur now, but this name felt stiff, like new shoes not yet walked in enough. At least his actual shoes were comfortable, even on this long road, and the air was pleasantly warm, but not hot.

The road spiralled up, the lower part of it clearly visible, bright in the sun, descending into the still-worked-on main road that cut straight from the east to the west of the island. Andor was beautiful. And yet, there was much to do, and fairly so: if nothing had been left for their work, it would not feel like a real home build with their own hands.

His thoughts went to the white sapling he'd recently planted and named after his grandmother.

It was partially a coincidence, partially an expression of longing. He'd never met her. Nor his great-grandmother, obviously. Everyone said she had been beautiful. Everyone — well, all the Eldar — seemed shocked when Elros made his choice, and not even out of love. How could he explain to them?

And yet the plant — a little echo of the Undying Lands, a reminder of days when the world had been new — was immensely beautiful.

And yet it would die one day.

How did this thought come to him? But it felt true: an echo was not the thing itself, and the tree too belonged to the world of things that passed.

As did Elros.

But before that would happen, he had much to do. Build roads. Find a queen and raise a heir. See the white tree grow. Decide whom to hate and whom to mourn. Build more roads.

Now, he climbed.

Tar-Palantir descended from the tower. It took longer than it used to, and when he'd been there, his eyes grew tired of staring at the fog-shrouded sea quicker than he would expect it. His days were growing short and cold—just as the days of the year—and yet there were many things he needed to finish.

He shouldn't have started this melioration project, it became more and more complex as new problems arose — usually ones needing more gold from the treasury — and there was barely time for anything else. Yet, he needed that time. Maybe if he talked with Pharazôn again... He had been so sweet as a boy, there surely was something left of that... Maybe if he made more speeches to the people... Or lowered the taxes—but the roads—

"Do you need everything, my king?"

Tar-Palantir blinked. He had been standing with closed eyes again, lost in thought. "No, I—"

Something stopped him mid-sentence and —as they sometimes used to— words came to him. "It is close. When Nimloth dies, our downfall shall come."

It then left, leaving him lost and full of apprehension.

The White Tree had been there for nearly three millennia, how could it die? Hadn't it been a gift from those who do not perish? But Númenóre had been such a gift too. And yet, it wasn't free of death. Quite the opposite. Everything on this side of the Sundering Seas was doomed.

No, there had to be hope. Somewhere. Some day.

But his sight was not keen enough to pierce thorough the fog and Tar-Palantir was left shivering in the darkness of a cold autumn dusk.

It was so high. Aragorn was accustomed well to heights and to contasts of temperature, but not so to stunning views. And definitely not to seeing white towers, now intensely repaired, and green hills cut by roads, and knowing he was— he was the king of this land.

And yet, was he? Or was he just a pretender whose claims would fade with his death?

Arwen wouldn't come, surely, he asked for way too much and it was not the time of legends anymore, it was the time of Men and the Fourth Age was dawning and yet he would not choose any queen from the race of Men unless— but surely she would not.

A forest filled his imagination and someone danced there, bright and beautiful and beyond—

Aragorn shook his head and resumed the conversation with his companion.

As he turned at Mithrandir's request, just at the edge of the snow he saw a sapling, its flowers as white in the sun as the untouched snow, its leaves silver like a memory he had no way of remembering, and its smell, the cold, the mountaintop above him— Aragorn halted.

"You can proceed," said Mithrandir softly.

The king took the sapling carefully and turned back to the lands—his lands—below.

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Slim Advent calendar 23: Goldsmith

Warning: sad, or dark, or however to call it. Sauron is having the worst day of his life and we're in his PoV. No particular triggers except some fire. hmm, is self-gaslighting a warning?

Also, fire (visual)

He laughed at the sight of the puny army of so-called free peoples. They weren't peoples, just a remnant of once much greater nation. Which he'd utterly destroyed. And they still owed him for the price he had to pay for that. And they were not free either, just insubordinate. But not for long.

Anyway, this was the smallest and weakest army he'd ever seen. Good. His forces attacked and soon everything would be in order, everything in accord—

A blinding scream in the world unseen, in—

No. Not there. Anywhere but not there.

Why? Why couldn't anything ever work right? Why was there always—noise? Why was there always someone to disagree?

It had cost him his face already. Wasn't that enough?

He remembered falling and water, and his beauty, his name torn away, the sheer terror when he had seen — had seen the end of himself and realized that it was for the better and yet, it had not come.

It had not come.

So why did it come now? It made no sense. But nothing ever did.

Falling, ever falling. Anything he did had failed, even though probability and common sense said he should be winning. But what else was he to do than try again? Surrender to the chaos of small, noisy people who couldn't make up their minds about anything?

After the war had been lost, Melkor, in his usual unoriginality, had cursed him, not unlike Eöl had done to his son. So maybe he shouldn't be surprised now?

Anyway, without Melkor there was even more chaos, because nobody cared to repair anything (don't think about that wave, it makes no sense, it couldn't have happened as you remember because then you'd be dead, don't be a fool, you're being dramatic about it).

He didn't even remember much of how it had all started.

There had been conflict. And conflicts ended quickly when the stronger side had more advantage, so he had joined the stronger side.

Somehow, it did not work.

Maybe it was not the stronger side, after all? But again, this made no sense. And what would he do now anyway? It was long beyond anything— all that they would do was to destroy him— which they managed to do without his help anyway— did this mean that finally some order would be achieved?

It wasn't his problem anymore, but that was a funny thought, so Sauron laughed as he wept, until his body was broken with his falling tower and his will melted in fire.

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If something that I wrote contradicts the canon, and I seem not to be aware of it, I would prefer to be informed (politely) of this fact.

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Proper-ish writing (Silm fanfics)

Ao3 in general

Steve the intern Maia / Ao3 - comedy, Mandos, Darkening

Amandil / Ao3 - sad/estel, fall of Numenor

Irrational / Ao3 - fluff + math + music + nature of Men, kidnap fam

Blood, red like fire / Ao3 - ominous, Feanor's mother, pregnancy

Finrod talks philosophy with other characters (Ao3 collection with all of them + maybe more): The Problem With snakes - with Melkor, pre-Darkening, about Men Of Death and Figs - with Feanor, in the Halls, somewhat creepy RL natural science, T-rated for insects As boring as a spring - with Lúthien, in Doriath, the nature of art, premonitions Athrabeth Finrod ah Ilmare - post-reembodiment. Astronomy.

War of Wrath, they shall name it - Manwë character study, somewhat sad/ Ao3

Silmarillion Advent Calendar 2024 (24 shortfics, somewhat related in vibe) / Ao3

A short where Finrod gets a Christmas sweater

…and a bunch of bredlik poems (now also on Ao3!)

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(yes, you can use those, credit me if you quote more or less directly)

Some original Maiar, feel free to use

Crack taken seriously the um… very personal edition? (includes fangirling and Blue Wizards)

Nerdanel could but would she? (I hate Feanor less now, ignore the tag a bit)

Synopsis of “how I would do Third Age Sauron redemption fic (second part of interconectednss. It starts with Saruman not being a jerk. It may end on the world ending. Or not.)

Very AU: Melkor ok, Aule and Yavanna bad but opposing each other.

So, you want to canonize Tauriel? Here’s how.

Maglor in Numenor (it ends better than you’d expect)

I’m not a shipper, but Aredhel

yeet the Ring into space (not a very original idea)

I don’t write real people fics, but

Nobilis/Silm: Feanorians

Consider: A “ghost of Feanor in LotR” fanfic, but instead of, say, Elrond, it is Gimli who can perceive the ghost. (Literally just this. Plus some tags and discussion below post.)

Rework of Beren and Luthien, keeping the early idea of "C&C are helpful", but compatible with the rest of the canon.

Long reblog chain (partially mine) ending with Maedhros with undead Fingon as his hand (lierally).

If Osse went evil

Feanorians should go to a theater

Celegorm humts in his dreams

underexplored topic of Celebrimbor-Annatar discussions: the Feanorian… well, the whole thing about them, Oath and Darkness and all that.

discussions of greek mythology/Silm exchange program (Morgoth for Hermes) (see all the reblogs, there are good ideas there!)

a lot of "what-ifs" about Feanor not doing one of the questionable things he did (for different ones) (below cut)

Morgoth&Sauron as Polish fairytale devils (I wish I could draw this)

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Feanor in the Void ;)

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[thefluffzone]

Yo hi guys

Another update:

I tried, i really tried to update where the Ocean.. but i just am progressing SO slowly, feels like i have some kind of writers block. AGAIN.

Also yo girl caught Covid.

So PLEASE, i'm begging you:

Send me requests for shortfics! xReader are my faves, but I'm open to anything fluffy!

Possible Fandoms:

LotR/Middle Earth in general, MCU, Star Wars, American Gods, One Piece, Doctor Stone(Anime), Doctor Who (9th-11th), Shadowhunters, Seven Deadly Sins, Overwatch and MANY MORE!

If i didnt write it down, please still try! There's a chance i forgot to list it!

Please! Send me everything! :D