#please more quenya

[sandwichmustbetasty]

gil-galad singing

in QUENYA

you may as well end me now, i will die happily (nah, i still need to see celebrimbanner)

we had hobbitish wandering song now he get elvish goodbye, time to sail song

[thelien-art]

Rína

Ar i lúmë, sérinqua lairë, hye rianna bime i nostale, ana i tuluvanye -o a sinya randa, isse san n- mal a hwesta man onlime voro westa astar cilmë me i nostale lairë

Lillies: Purity, love, and grief

Lavender: Serenity, grace, and calmness

Forget me not: Respekt, royalty, and hope

Crowned

And on that moment, a peaceful summer, he was crowned by the kind, to the coming of a new age, where he would be but a breeze who only ever knelt willingly for the kind summer

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Trying to transliterate Leara's name into Quenya, and it somehow becomes, uh,

Lëarra

Which basically means "You Sealion!"

And I'm just, "Oh yes, this is That Sealion Woman, and she can breathe fire, as all sealions do."

If Leara, for any reason at all, needed an actual Quenya or Sindarin name for any fun Elvish shenanigans, we'll just use Calairie/Calearil, which is "Light of the Sea" in Quenya and Sindarin, and what Leara actually means.

[catz4ever]

THE WAY HE THREATENS HALBRAND/SAURON

Vs.

THE WAY HE "THREATENS"/GREETS GALADRIEL

[catz4ever]

I. AM. UNWELL.

What a time to be alive 😭

Saving this to my phone and engraving it in my memory.

I will be watching this on repeat for the next 3 years

[welcomingdisaster]

halls of mandos dashboard simulator... part 2

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[waterlooletterwrb]

WRITE WITH ME!

I will start, and you can use the reblog to continue this story however you desire! The idea is that post by post we do a longer story (but if you wanna post your version somewhere else feel free to do so, you just remember to credit me!).

The One rule: You can't gender the Elf!Reader character.

If you need, add more warnings to your post!

OTP: Mairon (Sauron) x Elf!Reader

Universe: Rings of Power / Tolkien

Warnings: main character death, angst, blood, "you can fix him" plot;

Summary: You're the one who stole the Dark Lord's heart, yet you're dying in his arms.

A Forbidden Promise

"Don't go. I — I cannot follow you there. You can't go. You can't go." His voice was frenetic, desperate in a way the dark lord never sounded. How could he not be? You're dying in his arms, the only sweet touch, warmth, love he's ever known. And he will never be able to follow you to Mandos. "Please, I will never be able to go with you there, please."

His plea sounds like he wants to go tho. A begging, maybe the first time in more than two ages that Mairon of the Maiar actually regrets his choices. In you he found his perfection. And now he would lose it. Was that the vengeance of the Valar?

You raise your weak hand, resting it on this face. With your thumb you wipe one of the tears from his cheek. Even now he is as beautiful as the first time you saw each other.

"I — I will come back. For you, I will come back." Your voice is not much more than an whisper. Yet, somehow you make a disbelieving smile appears on his lips.

"Who would give up paradise for me? For Sauron?" The name disgust you as much as it disgust him, and your face probably shows it because he sighs. "If you're leaving me, at least leave saying the truth. It's too... cruel to say it. For I never hoped before."

That makes you give him a pity sad smile. Ignoring the pain, you do everything you can to raise yourself. He holds you tighter, his warmth is what you need to concentrate even when your vision starts to fade.

"Mairon, endanya¹. Hear the last words of the one who stole your heart." This make you see for one last time the sweet smile that he only ever directed to you. "As I promised once, I will never lie to you."

He presses his forehead against yours. For the last time you breathe the same air. "So I dare to command you, Mairon or whatever name you desire to hear now: learn to hope." I little cry escapes your lips, and you feel his hands tremble where he holds you, for a moment you lose your mind and all you can hear is the blood dripping. It's a shame, his always beautiful tunics will forever be stained within your blood now.

Even so, he won't stop holding you. So you do everything you can to reassure him again. He needs to understand, he must believe.

"Learn to hope." You mumble. "For I shall return to you."

You no longer can see or feel, your hand falling from his face is the first sign you went to the undying lands. But you were right. And Mairon, Sauron, does not let you go. He holds you tightly, in a crying so long it's impossible to believe that that destroyed and devastated being was once Morgoth's heir.

The grief is too much and, when he finally let you, there's no one to hear but the wind while he whispers:

"I — I'm yours to command, endanya. I will hear whatever name you call me. I will do whatever you wish. I will hope — I will hope for you."

A promise and a threat. Because in his soul he knows; you were the only one that could stop what's coming for Middle Earth. You were the only one that could stop him.

So now even the wind hopes. You need to return.

••••••••••••••••

Endanya¹ = if i did the word correctly it should be quenya for "my love/my soul", but in a deeper way of calling the one you love "your everything". In my mind, when Sauron says it he is also telling that the reader is his light.

[galstelperion]

The vibes on this app have been ass lately so here's a list of ship names for Sauron and Galadriel, only they get more and more niche as the list goes on...

First, we begin with the one that started it all:

Haladriel

A combination of Galadriel's name and Halbrand (Sauron's form made for the race of men).

Halbrand - possibly a compound of hall “exalted, lofty” + brand “steeple” or brand “towering”, likely a spin on the name Halbarad. Alternatively, the first element might be hall “secret, hidden”.

The next and more divisive name is

Saurondriel

Sauron - "the abhorred"

Galadriel - "maiden crowned with a radiant garland".

It is a divisive ship name as it is mostly agreed by many, and most horrifyingly by Charlie himself, to be a bit clunky to say out loud, despite the nice juxtaposition of their name meanings being shoved together this way.

Martanis

Mairon - "the admirable" (This is perhaps his original name from his time with Aulë)

Due to the Noldor custom of giving elves both a father name and a mother name, we have Galadriel's father name:

Artanis - "noble woman"

This is a growing favorite of mine since it just sounds really pretty. Also likely their earliest given names, both with the most positive associations attached to them. One of the best accounts on here for Sauron and Galadriel content also bears the username @martanis

Annaltáriel

Annatar - "Lord of Gifts"

Altáriel - The Quenya name of Galadriel

(For those who enjoy the Annatar form, I guess this one would be perfect)

Nervildo

Many people are unaware that for much of Beren and Luthien, Sauron appears in the earliest drafts of the story in the form of a black cat…

Nerwen - “man-maiden” (her mother name)

Tevildo - “prince of cats”

Full credit goes to @nocaptainonthisship who was the original user I saw using this ship name and it must not be overlooked. As a warrior cats girl myself growing up, Tevildo's form has always been one of my favs. Galadriel as a furry is also.... quite an interesting concept to think about.

Nerthû

Continuing with Sauron's earliest names from the tale of Beren and Luthien. We have a combination of Nerwen as seen above and

Thû - "horrible darkness, black mist."

Saladriel

What can I even say about this one??? Another attempt to create a more fluid combination of Sauron and Galadriel’s names. Still quite clunky but much more amusing than the first attempt.

Curthaur

Curuni - witch, *sorceress, female magician (not necessarily evil)

Gorthaur - gor (“fear, dread”) + thaur (“abominable, abhorrent”)

(This is my own special creation. Obviously inspired by this dark Galadriel form)

But anyway, please add to this list! This should be ever growing and ever expanding in its lunacy. Combine and add to the different names associated with Galadriel and Sauron in the most cringiest and nonsensical ways possible.

[starsofarda]

So... Gossip Elves yeah? @erendur @peasant-player thank you for giving me so much rope for my ficlets!

Lately I have been thinking a lot about Elrond and Celebrian, and how much awkwardness there must have been between them, Galadriel and Celeborn!

So. Let me offer this one. Also, all I have in mind is "Sk8er boy" by Avril Lavigne, sorry not sorry.

Sooner than Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel expected, Celebrian, beloved daughter, became of courting age. The two parents could not be more proud and yet worried.

Celebrian, her long silver hair and her uncomparable beauty second only to Galadriel's, was their pride and their joy and they were hoping that she would choose a proper suitor amongst the Elves inn the court at Caras Galathon.

Of course any parent would love for their child to find happiness, but perhaps what happened next was utterly unexpected.

At the court there was Elrond Peredhel, Herald of the High King Gil-Galad, on a diplomatic mission - a feral half-Elf who had quite the illustrious ancestry, but somehow he reminded the whole court, many of whom still remembered Doriath, of things that were now unspoken.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself, or the thick accent he was speaking Sindarin with,or something else that no one really could pinpoint for certain.

And the moment Celebrian, on a walk around the court with her attendants saw Elrond - the sunlight among the leaves reflecting on his face and the pitch dark hair and his smile - the moment she laid eyes on Elrond time seemed to stop for a moment.

And in that moment Elrond turned around and saw her, her silver hair, her beautiful figure standing still in the light shade, her rosy cheeks and eyes like stars stolen from the sky itself.

And his words failed and he could not speak, and time stopped as he forgot how to breathe and stumbled lightly.

Time started again as they both were pulled away in opposite directions, but they had met and there would be no force on the entire Arda able to keep them apart.

---

"And he said nothing?"

"Nothing, I swear! I was there with Lady Celebrian and they were both silent until both of them were suddenly called back to their duties!"

So the maidservants were talking to each other in hushed voices and quick gestures - a good gossip could never be denied, especially in a kingdom quite secluded from the ouside world.

"And whomst might you be speaking of, instead of attending to your duties?" A calm and yet authoritative voice came from behind. Lady Galadriel herself had slowly stepped in the small area where the housemaids were gathered.

"Please, forgive us, Lady Galadriel! We are going back!"

"Answer my question first."

"We... We were talking about the High King's herald! We are sorry!"

Galadriel sighed. She had not properly looked at the High King's herald, he had so far been one of the many faces crowding the halls in Caras Galathon.

Of course she knew that her daughter had fallen in love by then, of course she was hellbent on discovering the Elf she chose and she hoped that as herald of the High King this Elrond would be apt.

Oh, her famous last words.

On the next meeting Galadriel properly looked at him. And she nearly jumped out of her seat.

Was that a Noldorian battle braid that Elrond was sporting? She had seen that specific braid and that was Maedhros Feanorian's trademark braid.

Did she spot a Feanorian star on his clothes?

Oh no, oh no.

And he did speak Sindarin, but was that Quenya she was catching underneath it all?

She gave her husband Celeborn a weary look.

Not long after, she had gathered enough information, not because of any chronicle, but because the gossips ran deep and ran wild.

Gil-Galad's herald was Elrond Peredhel, son of Earendil and Elwing, descended from both Elu Thingol and Luthien and Figolfin.

And also somehow both kidnapped, adopted and raised by Maedhros and Maglor sons of Feanor.

That explained a lot of things.

Elrond represented every single nightmare that Galadriel and Celeborn had had. It had to be a hard no.

And yet.

And yet she was seeing how her daughter was so distraught and it brought back memories of her first encounter with Celeborn - she knew love.

And she was also seeing how Elrond was constantly keeping his distance, respectfully, as if he was scared of something.

That was painful to watch and even though Galadriel was tough, she was not cold-hearted. Maybe she could look past all that nightmarish stuff.

No, she wouldn't. She would sit down her daughter and have a talk. There were countless and better Elves for her daughter, for sure.

She would not allow her daughter to be anywhere close a Feanorian-adjacent Elf.

She was stopped mid-way by her husband Celeborn - bless his kind heart. "The boy can't help his heritage. He has not committed sins. Please, my beloved, do not pull a Thingol and Beren issue. You know how it ended."

"You may be right, my beloved husband. And yet I worry."

"Should there be a dire time, we will be there for our daughter."

She sat on a nearby bench, still frowning. "Bless your kind and forgiving heart. Fine. I will concede this."

---

It would only be way later, when Celebrian fell in the hands of the Orcs, that Galadriel fully accepted Elrond, the Elf willing to bring down an entire army to bring back the most precious of all things in Arda back to him and to her parents, strong enough to heal her, and strong enough to let her go when all else failed.

Then Galadriel knew that Celebrian had chosen the right one and all lingering animosity disappeared, leaving space for respect and friendliness.

[morganas-pendragons]

from the depths | celebrimbor

this is the first fic of the list of those I've written for Celebrimbor so far. I wasn't initially going to write this, and then @pentaghasm said: ''please write this I need to know more''

So here it is! :D this will give you MASSIVE hints as to who the true identity is of this reader... and who you know that she's related to!

afab!reader

enjoy!

prompt: you remember falling. an endless sea of grey that ended with the blues of a river that you fall beneath the surface of. you're injured. you don't know who you are.. or how to swim... but the soldiers who guard Eregion's perimeter do.

They come to their Lord with a single question.

tag: @celebrimbormylove - @pentaghasm

***

You remember falling. The sky is endless, stretching into a vastness you cannot even begin to comprehend as you plummet toward the ocean. You did not have a choice.

You have a prophecy to keep from being fulfilled.

There are whispers of images that flash behind your eyes as you close them in surrender to your fate. You are certain you are going to die. If colliding with the ocean or drowning in it is how you will go, then you are going to try to remember what little remains inside your mind.

Where did it all go?

Gentle, kind eyes. Silver light and whispered words of Sindarin and Quenya. The very trees bowing to his will. The dirt trembling beneath his fingers. The sound of his voice, warm and encouraging, as you master your healing craft with your three other siblings nearby. They wanted nothing to do with you.

He always did.

You believe that you've collided with the surface of an ocean when the waters swell up to overwhelm you, dragging you beneath the surface and forcing you down into its depths. That is certainly how it feels. You cannot discern much. Only the darkness.

Everything is shrouded in grey.

Eregion's soldiers are more caught off guard by the sudden impact in their river then you are colliding with it.

"Get the boats!"

"Where did she come from?!"

Six of them dressed in gold armor row out to where you've landed, and one of them - their Captain, by the looks of it - navigates pulling you out from where you have sunk and surging upward again to lay your prone form within the boat. There is little on your person that can help them to identify you: You are only wearing a long grey robe and a bronze circlet with what appears to be holly leaves engraved into the metal that envelops your head.

The younger ellon, a new recruit by the look of him, shakily removes the circlet from your head before parting your hair to reveal your head wound. Where did that even come from?

"She's injured, sir. We need to address this with Lord Celebrimbor. This... arrival is most unusual."

Captain Malendol pursed his lips and peered down at you. They had all seen you fall from the Heavens. You looked like an Elf, but there was no way to tell if you were friend or foe, much less who you actually were.

He nodded.

"When we make land, inform Lord Celebrimbor. We will let him decide what to do with her."

***

Celebrimbor paced the length of the healer's chambers as he watched them work on you from the corner of his eye. When Captain Malendol had sent word that an injured woman had fallen from the skies and into Eregion's river, he hadn't quite believed him. Not until he'd seen you in the boat and the circlet bestowed upon your head before the healers had removed it.

A rare metal upon a nameless woman. One who had a head injury even his best healers were confused by, and that unnerved him.

Celebrimbor paused as his gaze settled upon you again. Why was your circlet the same colors as Eregion's holly leaves, the deep greens and golds he so often wore?

"Leave us." He commanded. "I will tend to our friend until they awake."

The healers bowed deeply before leaving the room. Celebrimbor approached the cot where you lay and pressed his fingers against the side of the cot as he looked at you.

You were beautiful.

"I do not know who you are or why you are here," He whispered. "But you will be alright, in the end. You will remain safe here. I promise."

Celebrimbor is many things: A kind, honest Elf who has endured centuries of scrutiny as a descendant of the House of Fëanor, atoning for the sins of his ancestors by vowing to be better than them and their Oath.

He wanted to do right by the people they'd wronged. Eregion was a haven for creators and craftsman alike, built by Celebrimbor and those who abided within as a place to embrace and expand your passions. A place where its inhabitants could live and be safe.

Ignoring his better judgment, Celebrimbor came closer to your prone form and paused.

The moment Celebrimbor laid his hand upon your shoulder, you shot awake faster than he expected and defensively crossed your arms over and around your head as if anticipating an attack. He removed his hand immediately and settled it back at his side as he moved into your line of sight.

"Forgive me. I did not mean to scare you." Celebrimbor began, frowning as you lowered your arms to meet his eyes. "My name is Celebrimbor. You are in Eregion. Can you tell me what happened? Who are you?"

***

The first thing you notice about him is his eyes. They're so kind. They're those eyes that draw your attention because they're so different from anyone else in this existence, and you lower your arms to be able to see his face more clearly.

He's Elvish. He's Elvish, with soft blonde, loose curls framed back against the shape of his face that fall gently against his forehead. He's beautiful.

"N-" You frown. "Name?"

That doesn't make sense. You don't recall a name. You don't recall... anything but those few flashes you'd seen when you fell. Grey eyes. Grey robes. Soft laughter. Silver light. Whispered words of Quenya and Sindarin, a tongue you should not know, but you do. You know it as if it is the very breath in your lungs.

"The birth name given to you," He explained. "Mine is Telperinquar in the Quenya tongue. In Sindarin, it is Celebrimbor."

A kind name for a kind man. He seemed to have a soft heart.

You focused on the question you wanted to ask as you slowly spoke, "Why me?" and frowned deeper as he smiled at you. You wanted to feel uncomfortable under the intensity of his touch. He's a stranger. You don't even know him.

"I saw someone in trouble. Someone injured, wearing a circlet of holly leaves, and I wanted to help." He explained. "You looked like someone who needed help."

Falling. I'm falling. Falling to the water, I do not know how to swim-

"They pulled me from the water. I-" You swallowed the knot in your throat and shivered. Lifting your hand, you cupped the side of your aching head and allowed your eyes to slip closed. "It was dark. I could not move. It hurt."

Celebrimbor opened his mouth to reply but found himself transfixed by the glowing silver light emitting from your palm. You did not seem shocked by it, much less fearful, as he watched the wound against your temple slowly close and disappear after the bandage had fallen off.

The Elven Smith softened as he clasped his hands against his stomach. He had not taken his eyes off of you once. So attentive.

"Does it hurt now?" He asked quietly.

When you open your eyes, his breath catches. Celebrimbor has lived centuries by now. Many Elves of Sindar and Noldor origin alike have lived within the city walls. What he'd never seen, however, was one with eyes like yours.

Silver. Pure silver, just as if pure starlight was embodied within your gaze.

"No," Your voice was earnest as you looked at him again, scooting closer to the edge of the cot and kicking your legs off the side. "Safe. With you."

You didn't understand why his cheeks darkened at that, but Celebrimbor smiled anyway.

"You can consider that a promise. We will work on the name later. Are you feeling well enough to take a walk with me?"

You took his hand and slowly removed yourself from the table. Celebrimbor watched intently as you looked around the room in search of what he assumed were meager belongings you'd had in your possession when they'd found you.

Gentle fingers wound around your circlet and moved across the room to lay it against your brow. Celebrimbor pressed his lips together as he stared at the jewel in the center. It was the same color as your eyes.

"Clothes," You said. Words were hard. Hearing him talk made words come easier. "Better clothes. Can't wear that robe. Too wet."

Bright laughter echoed in the healing chambers as Celebrimbor sent for one of his servants just outside of the door. She returned a moment later with a fresh set of deep green robes and boots.

He waited until you emerged from the room to extend his arm to you. You nervously looked at his household staff venturing the halls and wrapped your arm through his own, clinging to his side as Celebrimbor began to lead you out and into Eregion.

"Come enjoy my city, nin tinu," Celebrimbor remarked as he gestured with an idle hand to the citizens in the square and the statue of Fëanor. "Let me tell you the history of our great city."

[tobylix-blog]

Beautiful — Elrond x Reader

Content & Warnings: drabble

Word count: 0.5k

Summary: Eavesdropping during the council of Elrond does not go unnoticed

A/N: nothing much, just me sublimating my crush on Elrond in writing

You press into the cold marble of a column, holding in breath every time another voice sounds. Lord Elrond of Rivendell has summoned a council to discuss the matter of the Ring. You weren't invited. So naturally you should eavesdrop, right?

It's difficult to keep a good eye on everyone while hiding behind the pillar, but your spot is perfect for observing Elrond himself. How he greets the guests, how he smooths out his garb after sitting down, how his circlet glimmers in the sunlight. Merry, Pippin and Sam have a better view on the others, but you can't complain.

It might be due to the fact that you've never seen elves before, but the elven lord caught your eye from the first day. You couldn't place what it was. Maybe, his wise words or long luscious hair, or his bright eyes, or calm demeanor, or his tall built, finer than those of human scholars. The best you could say was that everything felt right about him. And now here you are, watching him hold the secret council.

Elrond is no king, but he feels like one. Regal are his posture and manners as he brings forth the matter. Although, you know that learning more about the Ring problem was the primary reason for sneaking around Rivendell like thieves, you can't help but gape at the lord of this place. Imladris — that's what they call it in their tongue — you remind yourself. They're so different, that elvish folk, speaking another language, living as long as the sky stays blue, not eating meat. They're indeed different. Some even say weird, but you prefer unusual, peculiar or even otherworldly.

After all, those who say that elves are weirdos have probably never met them. Because how else would they still be able to call them all these unpleasant names, when elves are such perfect creatures, eye pleasing, strong and smart beyond measure. All this characteristics merge into one word that rolls off your tongue without notice.

"Beautiful."

You say it in Quenya out of habit. Nobody around you ever understood your mumbling when it was in Quenya, an old language, practically a dead one. So you soon got used to voicing the nagging thoughts in it, knowing full well no one would pay it any attention.

Well, until those bright eyes of the elven lord turned to you at the sound of it. And a few more heads turned your way as well. You couldn't see them all from your place behind the pillar, but the shuffling was enough to give away the common motion.

They heard you. And they understood it perfectly well. Damn elvish ears.

Under no less perceptive elvish eyes your skin heats up with the speed of tobacco in the pipe. Before you manage to retreat behind the column, your face is bright crimson against the white marble.

When you finally hide away from the glances, Elrond's voice reaches you, "Perhaps, I ought to decide the fate of the trespasser before returning their compliment."

[edennill-archived]

1st age Beleriand dashboard Simulator

🌫️ mithrim-noldo following

Yeah, Thingol kind of flew off the handle with banning Quenya and all that, but why on Arda are people now justifying the Kinslaying in response?? have some nuance and also, that's just plain horrible.

✨ btw-this-is-hopeless following

hope it's fine to copy your tags, mithrim, because they're great:

#I mean I know this is probably because they've taken part in the kinslaying themselves #but #can't you just admit you did wrong and move on? #in so far as it is possible because of course forgetting would be disrespectful and unwise #because the consequences are with us still #but it should be way more comfortable than being on your defences all the time #always ready to rationalize or deny #with a conscience you cannot silence

✴️ eightpointedstar83

I am tired of typing this out again and again but Alqualondë could have been averted had the teleri been less self-centred and readier to cooperate. Thingol is just another example of this attitude. But of course, please deny that the third clan is what it is and pin the blame on the people who saved everyone's skins.

We have done nothing wrong and yet our own people are turning on us. One day you will rue this.

Long live the house of Fëanor!

💝 heart-in-a-box

This is just the sort of behaviour OP was talking about.🤦‍♀️

🌫️ mithrim-noldo following

Admittedly, this seems to be a fanatical Fëanorian and more committed than the average apologist of his/her own actions - but yes.

#current events #thingol's quenya ban #my post

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🧝🏼‍♂️maglorfeanorion following

finished another canto of the noldolante today

🌖 hunters-moon

you have a tumblr account??!

🧝🏼‍♂️ maglorfeanorion following

do I know you?

🌖 hunters-moon

yes :)

🧝🏼‍♂️ maglorfeanorion following

wait - yeah, I do...

which of the twins are you?

🌖 hunters-moon

how did you know😮???

👨🏻‍🦰red-haired-twin

he looked through your blog, nitwit :)

🧝🏼‍♂️maglorfeanorion following

I guess I shouldn't be surprised to find you two out of all possible people on here...

so - which is which?

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🌸 a-flower-in-the-snow following

himring winters are horrible and I hate my parents for bringing me to middle-earth

#rant #children of exilse #i meant #children of exiles #coe

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🏞️ the-wide-earth-unexplored following

Y'all weren't joking when y'all said the Sirion is impressive...

(more photos under cut)

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#photography #nature photography #nature #sirion #falls of sirion

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🖼️ wonder-the-earth

is it still a secret city when everyone is talking about it?

👰🏼‍♀️ celebrin following

that's a good question

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👤 incessant-leaves following

It makes me sick to see all those positive nostalgic posts about the Mereth Aderthad. How pretty the pools of Ivrin were or weren't doesn't change the fact that THE NOLDOR WERE HIDING THE TRUTH ABOUT THE KINSLAYING THE WHOLE TIME. Yeah "everyone was kind" back then. You were feasting together with people whose cousins you had killed and have the audacity to complain they don't like you as much anymore. I don't care if you're a Sinda or a Noldo who "didn't take part in it" - if you say anything positive about it I'm blocking you.

#mereth aderthad #the truth about ivrin

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💎 lord-maedhros-is-the-true-king

Things they don't want you to know about Fëanaro:

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🏹 huntingprincess following

with all due respect, gondolin is the most boring place in the world.

🌼 golden-flower

it's not. but you're entitled to your opinion.

🌌 daughterofdoriath following

if only all debates on here were as civil...

👤 incessant-leaves

OP is a kinslayer apologist. Didn't you check that out before you started praising them?

🌌 daughterofdoriath following

*throws hands up*

I was admiring that one exchange.

(and this was actually more about @golden-flower's response than about OP)

*sighs*

#this site...

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[markantonys]

I keep seeing 'hot Sauron who fucks' takes, and they're valid, but MY GOD Adar OOZES with sex appeal, like it's just so raw? Aggressive chemistry with Sauron/Halbrand, Galadriel and Elrond!

Hot Sauron Who Fucks is out, Hot Adar Who Fucks is in!!!!! adar is out here making saurbrand (halron?) put his face in the dirt at his feet, giving galadriel bedroom eyes and whispering to her in quenya while she's holding a knife to his neck, declaring he will Make Sauron Choke On It, and effortlessly lifting elrond with one hand while choking him out. sorry, sauron, but adar has officially out-freaked and out-fucked you. the real reason sauron hates adar is that he's jealous that adar fucks more than him.

firstly, sauron fucks less this season in his annatar form compared to last season in his halbrand form. don't get me wrong, annatar!sauron is goooooorgeous and i personally find him much more aesthetically pleasing than halbrand!sauron (he serves absolute CUNT in that black outfit with the gold belt and long blond hair ft. hairbow), but he just has that Otherworldly Unfuckable air about him. he's beautiful like a marble statue - untouchable (and unfuckable).

meanwhile, in my opinion, s1 adar doesn't really fuck. he kinda gave off eerie vibes to me; there's a certain mystique about him that doesn't lend itself to fuckability, maybe a flavor of that same Otherworldly Unfuckableness. but s2 adar..........ooooooooh he fucks. he fucks severely. less eerie mystique, more warlord who will rail you into next tuesday. i was saying with my whole chest that elendil does nothing for me because i don't tend to be into dilfs, and approximately 3 days later i was calling adar daddy. that's his power. if you'd shown me a picture of this crusty ass elf a month ago and told me i would someday thirst over him, i would've thought you were insane. but once you actually watch him in action and hear him talk and absorb his vibes, good lord does he fuck.

[balrogballs]

Most Benevolent Valcaraucë Testicles!

In the light of your recent adoption of the epessë 'Balls' I have hestiantly crafted you a Sindarin equivalent. Sadly, there is no Sindarin or Quenya word for testicles, so I had to make do with the literal translation. (Somebody who knows Sindarin better probably wouldn't conjugate it like this, but alas. It sounds quite nice.)

Thus, I name you, dear Balls, Rogceryneth, Woman of the Balls of a Demon. (In liberal translation.)

The Quenya equivalent would possibly be Valcaraucororissë, which is a mouthful.

(If somebody is more skilled at the Elven Languages, please, do correct me where I erred in my translation.)

Your Humble Fellow Nerdling,

Fiamma.

this is OUTSTANDING and I will be noting this down for purposes of Mischief and Whimsy, thank you very much. Woman of the Balls of a Demon is probably what judgement they will pronounce upon me when I am Lost. Outstanding. Thank you. I will tattoo this on my forehead.

it is Professor Zara Balls-Valcaraucororissë or NOTHING from now on, balls gang 👍🏽

[aran-morinorea]

WIP WEDNESDAY SUNDAY

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from @kedreeva (and directly borrowed from @suzukiblu)

It’s WIP Wednesday Sunday! I want to talk about my writing more without posting things that are still Very Subject To Change on ao3, so! Let’s collar sauron like the dogboy he is.

BE THE CHANGE U WANT TO SEE IN THE FANDOM, KIDS

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

Donating Blood:

Consensually vivisecting your Maia boyfriend

what if you were an eldritch monster hiding beneath a divine veil and some mortal wanted to see all of you. and you wanted him, and you wanted him to see it but you would kill everyone including him and yourself if he rejected you over it. and you were both mad scientists. what then?

Mallachel (Sindarin for “meteoric gold”) - and already five chapters in on ao3:

Accidental time travel causing post-ring-melting Sauron to fall out of the sky in front of Nargothrond-era Celebrimbor

The Ring melts, and the Tower collapses, and the Shadow is dispersed. The Eye is closed forever. But then it keeps falling.

Tar-Telepta, Aran Morinórea (Quenya for “[royal-honorific] Silver, King of Mordor”):

The co-ruling Mordor for fun and aesthetics AU

I'm not committing myself to your weird moral restrictions unless you fucking commit to me. Let me take you home and crown you.

Those are actually all of the “collaring sauron like the dogboy he is” I actually have in progress

But! If there’s someone other than celebrimbor you want to see teaching the lord of werewolves to roll over, please ask and I will Contemplate Them (no promises on this one tho).

Also there’s The Worst Finrod and the thing I haven’t actually started writing down about Nan Elmoth, but those dont actually have any sauron in them. arguably.

Snippet from Aran Morinórea, which something may have told you is my favorite rn:

Apparently clarification was not going to be forthcoming unless I asked directly: “Wait, Celebrimbor is married?”

He said, “Yep!” and literally nothing else, so apparently not even then.

I pressed, “To who?”

This asshole rocked on his heels and literally glowed with glee, saying “Me, actually!” and I’m not actually convinced I have ever hated anyone more.

“Well who the fuck are you then!”

My nephew-in-law the apparent actual Maia leant in very seriously, his smile dimming, and said, “Your nephew’s husband, we’ve just gone over this.”

I almost tried to stab him with the stupid flute.

[tanoraqui]

@Silmarillion fans: everyone knows the “Maedhros rode a moose in battle” headcanon, yes? Great headcanon. Important question: what is the name of Maedhros’s war moose? I may have purchased a new small stuffed moose (because more stuffed animals is definitely what I need), and I’d love to name her/him/?? after Maedhros’s war moose—but I have no solid ideas for what name that is!

Please comment with your ideas. Sindarin, Quenya and English all welcome.