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Galadriel: How long do you think it will take for them to realize?
Elrond: Them? Never.
Erestor(Maglor): Who are we talking about?
Lindir(Daeron): I too would like to know.
Elrond: You three.
Gildor(Finrod): What aren't we realizing?
Galadriel: That you're all idiots.
#They're all oblivious to the fact that the others are not who they say they are#all three think they're the only one in disguise#Galadriel and Elrond find this all entertaining#lotr#lord of the rings#silmarillion#incorrect lord of the rings quotes#incorrect silmarillion quotes#incorrect quotes#elrond#lotr elrond#elrond peredhel#maglor#lotr maglor#erestor#lotr erestor#gildor#gildor inglorion#finrod#finrod felagund#lindir#lotr lindir#daeron#lotr daeron#galadriel#lotr galadriel
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I leave here my newest offering to the Silmarillion fandom
my newest project colleague Shyke and I put a lot of effort into these lyrics and melody for you to enjoy, if you like it, check out on the guy's SoundCloud page, he's great, when he proposed the idea of creating a song about my favorite characters together I couldn't resist, enjoy!
#silmarillion#tolkien#elrond#silm#the silm fandom#the silmarillion#fenorian elros#elrond peredhel#tolkien legendarium#lotr elros#elros peredhel#elros tar minyatur#elros#lotr elrond#elrond half elven#maedhros#maitimo#elrond and maglor#lotr maglor#maglor#macalaurë#makalaure#nelyafinwë#nelyafinwe#silm tag#silm art#music#concept album#SoundCloud
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What if you were born during a WAR and your dad became a STAR and your mum became a BIRD and your people were KILLED and then you and your twin were KIDNAPPED and then your kidnappers either DIED or fucked off to the BEACH and then your twin chose a MORTAL LIFE and then you became a HERALD and then your King got given a really cool RING but there was ANOTHER WAR because SAURON WAS ACTUALLY the RING GUY and then your King DIES and then your cousin/wife gets ATTACKED and then she SAILS and then your Foster son falls in LOVE with your DAUGHTER and then there's ANOTHER FUCKING WAR because SAURON IS BACK and then your daughter also chooses a MORTAL fucking LIFE and then you just FUCK OFF TOO but your twin sons didn't make up their MINDS
#i dont actually care that much about elrond i just thought this would be funny#elrond peredhel#elrond#elros tar minyatur#elros peredhel#elrond and elros#maedhros feanorian#maedhros#maglor feanorian#maglor#kidnap fam#gil galad#arwen#elrohir#elladan#elladan and elrohir#estel#celebrian#sauron#elwing#earendil#lotr#tolkien#silmarillion#lord of the rings
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Feanor and his family.
Finally got to do fanarts with elves from Tolkien universe. Starting with my favorites - Feanor and his sons.
#artists on tumblr#fantasy art#illustrators on tumblr#fanart#tolkien#silmarillion#lotr#feanor#book art#maedhros#maglor#curufin#nerdanel#celegorm#caranthir#amrod#amras#celembrimbor
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i have noticed a small pattern of elves being on my latest fictional character obsessions and HEAR ME OUT!!
elf who has lived for hundreds upon thousands of years, who had experienced many of the things the world has to offer. sadness of bidding hundreds of farewells to the beauty of life and alliance of different races
elf who even after all his years of living still yet to find a love for himself. regal and seemingly detached to the concepts of relationships elves may be, even they get lonely. some nights feeling a little bit too long, a little bit too cold as they add another layer of blanket over themselves or reaching over to hug one of his puffy pillows like how he would hug his future lover. the coldness of being immortal seeping into his bones and making him shiver despite elves being above the concept of getting sick or feeling the cold temperatures
elf who runs into you by some chance meeting. maybe you were walking in the territory of elves without knowing it, maybe he purposely goes to human residences and towns, seeking adventure, excitement and change of pace. who immediately is enamored by you just by your smile that you flash his way, a kind one, a gentle one, to a nearby passenger. who falls in love with the callouses of your hand, the freckles, the small scars, the little bits of imperfection that marked you as clearly human, very much mortal, very much brittle but still with your own strength that he hasn’t felt before
elf bf who starts to court you the moment he realizes that you weren’t seeing anyone, bringing small gifts, exchanging knowledge, singing you soft ancient lullabies that no other mortal has ever heard before. maybe he finds himself writing a poem about you one day, describing your looks, your feelings, your everyday actions that you may see as mundane but ones he sees as just as courageous and beautiful in their own ways
elf bf who has never seen human flesh or bare skin before, finding the rippling biceps and toned legs of yours to be… curious. a tentative finger touching the muscles here and there, stopping you mid work as he inquires about them in a soft tone. elves of course were magical beings, blessed with magic and eternity and had no need to develop visible physical muscles till the point they become buff or beefy to some extent all due to their magic and ancient powers. the tips of his pointy ear twitching softly, eyes wide in wonder as you explain that contrary to his kin, your own develop muscles if they are put to work in physically demanding job for enough time
elf bf who over time, finds himself obsessively scribbling down any sort of new information about human anatomy on a journal, always asking you new things as he finds himself able to learn more despite having been alive for hundreds upon thousands of years. tracing the old faded scars on your body with the tip of his finger, counting the freckles, kissing the stretch marks as they were all you. regardless of how you see it, to him it was all you, together and healthy. you were alive even if you may have battle scars and he always makes sure to thank the stars as it was thanks to the tribulations you have conquered that you two were here now. staring eye to eye, touching your foreheads together as you whisper about mundane things
elf bf who one day sees you cut down a tree, cut a log off or prepare firewood and finds that he was imagining the bulge of your muscles against himself. big arms caging him in a bear hug, legs to support him and strong back that he could sink his nails into as he moans under you— hold. since when has his thoughts of you turned… impure? since when has he become turned on? sitting there on one of the logs with a painful strain against his pants as he swallowed the saliva that gathered in his jaw down, tearing his gaze away. no no, he really shouldn’t think of you as such, you were still in courting phase after all and elves were a race that took their romances and courting extremely important
yet regardless of his kin’s customs and traditions, your pretty elf bf couldn’t help but continue to stare. his gaze constantly seeking your figure out, seeing you just go through the motions of every life peacefully while he gets pathetically turned on by your actions as if he was still but a fledgling who learned of a kiss. chopping down trees for firewood, maybe you would work in front of a fire or heat for too long and get sweaty, removing one of the overtunics. maybe you’re just simply dragging a bucket full of water from the well, cranking the pulley as the muscles on your arms and back strained
elf bf who finds himself extremely aroused as his mind wanders to the gutters as he just shamelessly stares at your working form. oh, to feel those calloused hands touch his colder skin, palms smoothening over his creamy skin, and down his chest, his stomach and over his bulge. maybe you would tease the poor thing, tease him of how quick he is to get aroused, the pre of his half-hard cock weeping through his underwear and pants like he was some sore pathetic loser. a little virgin. bully him about being unable to use his cock, make him whine at your mean words as his hips weakly buckle under your exploratory hands
elf bf who couldn’t help but imagine the usual sweetness of your attitude gone, replaced by one that was just a tad bit meaner as you pushes his face down into the pillows of your bed, force his hands to stretch open his puckering hole for you to fuck senselessly. imagining you whispering all sorts of filth into his twitching ears, promising to breed him full, to use him to your heart’s content all night long as he whines and squeals like a little lamb caught in the nest of a hungry wolf. who couldn’t swallow down the quiet whimper coming from his throat as he imagined your hand grasping at his long locks, fisting it tightly as you yank him back, forcing him to arch his back and push the tip of your cock to bruise his guts even more
elf bf who waves off your worry when you had managed to hear the embarrassing noise that slipped past his lips, saying that he was having a bit of a sore throat. gods, he would love to actually whimper from having a sore throat of getting his mouth plowed all day by your fat cock head forcing his jaws wiiideee open
elf bf who couldn’t help but get a little needy in his kisses since then. hands that touched your muscles with curiosity now running over your skin as if trying to feebly seduce you. dropping things to the ground a bit too many times, following you close behind even as you told him that some of the work you needed to do required space and for him to be away for his own safety. who straddles your lap all snug, pushing his chest flush against your own as your simply daily evening kisses after dinner becomes a bit too heated. he definitely had little to no experience with the way his tongue kept licking at your lips meagerly, long fingers curling over your shoulders tightly while his bucking hips on your lap as he starts to get hard again
elf bf who has finally had enough of just his meager imaginations, tugging on the strings of your white tunic with shaky hands as he rambles about touching you, you touching him, feeling him, using him — anything dammit! use those hands of yours on him!
elf bf who soon realizes that he had perhaps bitten off more than he could chew when your hands grip at his hips, dragging his clothed cock against your thigh that had him whining like a cat in heat. meagerly, he tries to replicate what you just made him do, dragging his hips back and forth on your thigh but he all but just looks like an inexperienced bunny. which he probably was judging by the things he spoke to you about himself
elf bf who finds so much pleasure in simply grinding against your thigh for now, the precum of his now hard cock weeping through his pants, staining it into a darker color. all cute and red in the face that spread to his pointy ears, cute high pitched whines falling from his chewed up pink lips. a cute, surprised “a-aahn♡︎??” echoing in the room as you pull his eager body against your own. your chest to his back, hands loosely draped over the hip bone of his
elf bf who lets out the most embarrassing high pitched squeals when your hands travel up his body under his clothes, traveling more and more until teasing at his nipples. rolling your fingertips against the soft areola, squeezing and fondling his pecks as if they were breasts. who jolts in place when you pinch at the hardened buds, tugging at them to test the waters as he arches his back off of your chest, a filthy mewl falling as if he was being fucked stupid already
elf bf who blubbers out uncharacteristic words of “s-shensiitiivgh♡︎ n-no, don’t pinch the-eeengk♡︎♡︎!“ his pleads of your rough hands not torturing his sensitive nipples being replaced with an open mouthed wail when you place a kiss to the pointy tip of his ear. his ears were so sensitive! you knew that and now you were just being downright mean to him as you whisper filth into his ears of acting like a cooped up virgin for merely getting his chest played with. he wasn’t! he was way older than you! slurring out “how c-could you be sooh m-meanngk…♡︎?” as you lick a slow stripe up the pointy helix
elf bf who bucks his hips on your thigh, trying to bounce, trying to move away but ending up whining as his clothed cock grazes against your hardened muscles again. his cute nipples being tortured and groped by your hands, the delicate helix of his ears being assaulted by your wet kisses and licks. any time your hot breath spoke into his ears of how he was such a precious little thing, just like a bunny in heat, he would try to wiggle away. shaking his head with a weak sniffle, his mind churning into a mush as all he could do was to pathetically fuck his cock into your thigh, letting out a soft mewl everytime you buck your leg up to meet his shy excuse of thrusts, jumping in place
elf bf whose minds and body starts to feel weird. the room feeling stifling and your touch making his own skin heat up too much. who tries to tell you that he was feeling ‘odd’ and concerned, yet only to harshly thrust his hips back into your own arousal. eyes widening, a shudder running down his spine at the feeling. still clothed and hidden like his own but good grief, it just felt… so huge since he was sure your human dick couldn’t possibly be much bigger than his own. but no, it got him gulping down the saliva in his mouth
elf bf who bounces himself experimentally onto your own hardened, covered dick, feeling his balls brush against where he guesses is the tip of your strap. his earlier cute whines growing in volume as your torture of his sensitive spots grow worse, groping, squeezing, calling him too eager to get fucked, making him dumb and airheaded. the constant tugs to his chest, the words you spat into his mind so lovingly and the small actions of your hips thrusting up to meet his own weaker excuse of grinding
elf bf who’s voice grow more and more breathier, who finally loses it as he throws himself back against your chest, his head on your shoulder as he let out a wail of “h-hoowt!! t-too ahgg♡︎ haah anhg t-too hoounwt...♥︎!” as he cums into his pants, dirtying the material as a single glob or two of his sweet transparent arousal oozes out through the linen. the dark patch growing into a considerable size, his body racked with twitches and jolts as he cums untouched on your lap. precious little thing getting drunk on the feeling of sex and physical pleasure so much till the point he disregards all of his traditions, bending himself over onto the bed, his hand reaching back to tug you forward by the belt with a desperate whine and a cute blown wide pupils and twitching ears♡︎
⇨ meludir, lindir, legolas, maglor, mairon + whoever you like
#nobu.writes#dom reader#sub!character#sub character#lotr x you#lotr x y/n#lotr x reader#sub lotr#lord of the rings x you#lord of the rings x y/n#lord of the rings x reader#sub the hobbit#the hobbit x y/n#the hobbit x you#the hobbit x reader#silmarillion x reader#silmarillion#elf x reader#nobu.brainrots#legolas x reader#lindir x reader#maglor x reader#mairon x reader#meludir x reader#monster fucker
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“Grieving”
No parent should have to bury their child
#nerdanel the wise#nerdanel#feanorians#tolkien#silmarillion#lotr#lord of the rings#j r r tolkien#art#silm art#artist on tumblr#curufin#celegorm#caranthir#maedhros#maglor
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a sinking feeling
#silmarillion#maglor#feanorians#artists on tumblr#lotr#silm art#lord of the rings#illustration#fanart#tolkien
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One thing I love about the Silmarillion is that because it’s so massive, its fans have to specialize.
Like I love everything but my Silm major is in Finrod studies, with a minor in obscure background characters.
Reblog this post with your Silmarillion “speciality,”
#the marchioness rambles#silmarillion#lotr#finrod felagund#Caranthir#is also one of my faves#I started out as a huge Maglor stan#This post is kinda cringe#And that is okay.
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#silmarillion#silm#tolkien#silm art#the silmarillion#maglor#makalaure#feanorians#lotr#art#illustration
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this has me in tears yall 😭
#or throw yourself off a cliff after breaking into a war camp to steal cursed jewels#or turn into a bird#elrond lore will never not go crazy#im actually jskdjskkds he looks so done#how is it always the kind as summer ones who have been through the most#elrond#lotr#tolkien#silmarillion#lord of the rings#the hobbit#rings of power#elros#elwing#earendil#maedhros#maglor#arwen#celebrian
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Maedhros: Someone asked how to tell Elrond and Elros apart. It's quite simple when you know what to look for.
Maglor: Elros is the crazed raccoon that infests Himring. His only goal in life is property damage. He is some sort of divine pest or curse for wrong doings on a cosmic level that I can only guess at.
Maedhros: And Elrond has dark hair and dimples when he smiles.
#Elros doesn't want to be here and he is making that everyone else's problem#lotr#lord of the rings#incorrect lord of the rings quotes#silmarillion#incorrect silmarillion quotes#incorrect quotes#elrond#lotr elrond#elrond peredhel#elros#elros peredhel#lotr elros#elros tar minyatur#maglor#lotr maglor#maedhros#lotr maedhros
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The last survivor..
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Maglor.
A little bit melancholic.
#fantasy#lord of the rings#lotr#lotr art#silmarillion#silmarillion art#elves#the silmarillion#hobbit#tolkien#Tolkien art#Feanor#feanorians#Maedhros#Maglor#middle earth#Lord of the rings art#Hobbit art
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Maglor: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity? Maedhros: *turning to Thingol* How tall are you?
#the silm#incorrect silmarillion quotes#incorrect quotes#the silmarillion#silm#maedhros#fingon#maglor#lotr#tolkien
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The portrait of the last sons of Fëanaro
It was supposed to look like a stained glass window
#art#artists on tumblr#artwork#maedhros#maglor#maemags#maitimo#makalaure#silmarillion#silm art#silm headcanons#tolkien#i love them#digital art#digital illustration#digital painting#illustration#illustrator#portrait#lovely kinslayers#lord of the rings#lotr#flames and waves behind them refer to their fate#maemag
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Instead of Elrond looking like some vague Finwëan-Sindar combo
Elrond looks a little different to everyone that sees him
His face doesn’t change. He is still very much Elrond Peredhel, but his features will always remind whoever sees him of some form of a regret.
He supposes it is a combination of being a healer and the descendent of Maia but he tries not to dwell too hard on it.
(It is very uncomfortable to be the image of the deepest wounds of another’s heart)
Nonetheless, it is difficult to heal one’s own soul without facing the reasons for its damage.
Elros Tar-Minyatur was the only one to ever look at Elrond and see only Elrond.
If this was because his blood matched Elrond’s, or because Elrond was Elros’ deepest regret, Elrond doesn’t particularly want to know
Maedhros, utterly predictably, saw Fingon, and in doing so, found both comfort and misery.
Occasionally he would see in Elrond the ghosts of all his brothers, and he would again face the knowledge that he was not able to save them from their doom and the dark void.
Maglor sees Maedhros, and feels regret, not for the violence or the death, but for days in far off Valinor, under the light of the Trees. Days of running off with friends, to sing, to compose, to preform for adoring fans, to do anything but stay at home and help Maitimo take care of their small army of younger siblings.
(Maybe then the title of eldest brother would weigh less heavy on Mae’s shoulders. Maybe then the responsibility of care for them all would not have driven him so far, and to such a bitter end.)
If Glorfindel is to be asked, he’d tell you Elrond appears to him as the spitting image of Turgon
If you are Erestor, you know Glorfindel mostly sees Maeglin, Maeglin young and quiet, Maeglin older and scared, but sometimes also Aredhel, defiant and ready to disappear into the woods without a sound
Elwing once looked upon her son and saw naught but the visage of her little brothers
Galadriel sees Finrod, as does Celebrimbor, for very different reasons, but mostly because they share the same kind of kindness, and there is little that marks a person better than that
In quieter moments Galadriel will glimpse what her husband sees, Lúthien, as she was after Beren died, solemn, trapped, and entombed in misery.
During Bilbo’s final years, he can’t quite remember what he first thought upon looking on Elrond’s face (he’s sure it’s written down somewhere) but in those last days, he sometimes sees Frodo, wary and so very afraid. But mostly Elrond resembles Thorin and that is something Bilbo shall never set to paper
(Someday, in a time far beyond the counting of years, Fëanor will find himself staring at the face of his grandchild and seeing the eyes of Míriel Þerindë above the features Indis and will have a very small, very quiet meltdown.
#headcanon#silmarillion#tolkien#maedhros#elrond#elros tar minyatur#maglor#lotr#bilbo baggins#thorin oakenshield#fingon#galadriel#I prolly have more of these but I’m tired#and this is incoherent enough already#glorfindel#eldritch peredhel#fëanor
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