#queer Tolkien

[iambeees]

BEEP BEEP QUEER TOLKIEN FANS VERILYBITCHIE JUST POSTED

Gay fairytales, post-war context, trans readings, feminism, romance vs bromance, gender roles

ALL THAT GOOD STUFF

[lesbiansforboromir]

Canonically queer characters within - Lord of the Rings Online

[myslashyvalentine]

❤ MSV 2024 Collection is Open!❤

Happy Valentine’s day!

Congratulations to our new writers who completed their first swap! Thanks as well to all our veteran writers who continue to participate and make this swap a vibrant part of the Tolkien community. 

My Slashy Valentine 2024: The Master List!

AdmirableMonster wrote A Light Beneath Frozen Water for JazTheBard

Aglarien wrote Rosemary for Remembrance for Tethys_resort

Aipilosse wrote Star-kissed for undercat

Ally/steadfastalysanne2022 wrote Always Waiting For You Just to Cut to the Bone for AdmirableMonster

Argleena wrote Coming Back to You for Aglarien

Bird/ingenious_spark wrote Knit Together for raiyana

BloodwingBlackbird wrote Winter glowed on her leaves for HewerOfCaves

bluehair wrote Tell Me No for Aipilosse

Branka/LadywithaQuill wrote New Beginnings for senalishia

ChrissyStriped wrote Sharing Everything for Jade/Elladansgirl

cílil wrote Herald, Hero, Muse for Maironite

Cirilla/FakeCirilla9 wrote Falling star for Ally/steadfastalysanne2022

Cissy/Lost_inMiddleearth wrote If I Could Make Days Last Forever for phyncke

Elentarial/BaccaratBlack wrote The Forlorn for bluehair

elfscribe wrote And With Him Was Elrond for tabru

Elio/eliogardens wrote Uprooting for Kay/seregons

Ettelenë/firstamazon wrote Under Unclouded Stars for mangacrack

Fey/ThatFeanorian write With Song Meant Only For You and I for Torpi

forelevenses wrote to be alone with you for Luciann/Lucigoo89

Frances/Melusine6619 wrote Anniversary Celebration for RaisingCaiin

Gilithlin wrote Crescendo for elfscribe

Heather/indestructibleplum wrote Phantom Pains for Nuredhel

Heather/ohboromir wrote Hope for yletylyf

Helholden wrote Under the Stars, Above the Sun for Katrina/lemurious

HewerOfCaves wrote White Daffodil for IDNMT/I_did_not_mean_to

IDNMT/I_did_not_mean_to wrote Mix & Match for Zhie

IgnobleBard wrote Friendship Like The Holly Tree for Marchwriter

Jade/Elladansgirl wrote One Night With A King for Branka/LadywithaQuill

JazTheBard wrote Five Meetings for Ruinel

Katrina/lemurious wrote Fair They Wrought Us for Helholden

Kay/seregons wrote I Pledge My Heart to Thy Doom for sallysavestheday

Kefi/EclecticKefi wrote Our Gentle Sin for Kit/kitkatkaylie

Kit/kitkatkaylie wrote Youthful regrets for Lilithsea

Kristen/Harp_of_Gold wrote day will come for Chrissystriped

likethenight wrote the distraction or the force for Argleena

Lillithsea wrote The King of the Greenwood for Elentarial/BaccaratBlackLithgaeril wrote What to Make of This for Kefi/EclecticKefi

Luciann/Lucigoo89 wrote Two Lives Will Be Spared This Day for octopus_fool

lynndyre wrote There and Back Again for Ignoblebard

maglor-my-beloved wrote Of Farewells for Ettelenë/firstamazon

Maironite wrote Ready To Fall for Cilil

mangacrack wrote the home where I belong the most for reindeer_pizza

Marchwriter wrote All That Is Gold for likethenight

Mawgy wrote To the Victor Goes the Spoils for Gilithlin

NiennaWept wrote peaches we devour, dusty skin and all for thurinngwethil

Nuredhel wrote The flower and the flute for Whimsy/a_world_of_whimsy

octopus_fool wrote Thrush and Stag for lynndyre

phyncke wrote The King's Cabin for Frances/Melusine6619

RaisingCaiin wrote to warm my bed for Mawgy

reindeer_pizza wrote The King's Treasure for Skaelds

Ruiniel wrote Ára for Verecunda

sallysavestheday wrote Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry for skywardstruck/tomefaired

❤sallysavestheday wrote Op. 1: Serenade for Bow and Axe for red_lasbelin

Senalishia wrote Cut Straight to the Heart for starlightwalking

Skaelds wrote you better not kill the groove for Elio/eliogardens

skywardstruck/tomefaired wrote show me the limits of your deceit for Tathrin

starlightwalking wrote Lazy Day for forelevenses

Tabru wrote Elrond and the King for visitor/lonelyvisitor

❤Talullah Red wrote Snowflight for BloodwingBlackbird

Tathrin wrote A Testing of Wills for Kristen/Harp_of_Gold

Tethys_resort wrote Two in Shadows for NiennaWept

thuringwethil wrote between my fingers, she leaves, then she lingers for  Cissy/Lost_inMiddleearth

Torpi wrote Ripe Fruit for Fey/ThatFeanorian

undercat wrote Comfort from a Heavy Hand for Heather/ohboromir

Verecunda wrote All the Luck in the World for Heather/Indestructibleplum

visitor/lonelyvistor wrote one whole with my other for Lithgaeril

Whimsy/a_world_of_whimsy wrote In the beginning for Cirilla/FakeCirilla9

yletylyf wrote Another Way for Bird/ingenious_spark

Zhie wrote Minuet for Basalt_Serpent

❤Zhie wrote His Father's Son for maglor_beloved

❤ Zhie wrote Very Welcome Visitor for Indestructibleplum

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❤ denotes a pinch hit or a treat. Thank you to our pinch hitters, Talullah Red and Zhie; they made sure everyone got a Valentine's Day story (or two). Sallysavestheday also wrote a treat for me!!!

If you need a link to the entire collection, it is right here: 2024 My Slashy Valentine

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

@aspecardaweek​ day three ✦ boromir + across the a-spectrum

So time drew on to the War of the Ring, and the sons of Denethor grew to manhood. Boromir, five years the elder, beloved by his father, was like him in face and pride, but in little else. Rather he was a man after the sort of King Eärnur of old, taking no wife and delighting chiefly in arms; fearless and strong, but caring little for lore, save the tales of old battles.

-JRR Tolkien, The Return of the King, “Appendix A: Annals of the Kings and Rulers: Eriador, Arnor, and the Heirs of Isildur”

[ID: A moodboard headcanoning Boromir as aroace. It is comprised of nine images in shades of blue and gold, meant to echo the colors of the aroace flag.

1: Prabhas, an Indian actor with wavy dark hair, light brown skin, a beard and mustache, and a troubled or surprised expression. He is wearing leather armor with gold detailing, gold earrings, and has a few cuts and streaks of dirt on his body / 2: Pale yellow text on a dark blue background reading “don’t be so hard on yourself / 3: Someone wearing golden armor and carrying a helmet / 4: Blue, gold, and white stone / 5: A hall with an arching blue ceiling coffered in gold and patterned with stars. A few large windows are visible / 6: A cyanotype of wildflowers / 7: Tree branches against against a blurred yellow background / 7: Dark blue fabric with gold braid / Prabhas, this time wearing a leather helmet and looking to the left with a focused, serious expression. There is a red symbol painted between his eyebrows /End ID]

[mag-lore]

Aredhel x Galadriel for @awesomevictoriau !!

[spinningalbinoturtle]

Been listening to the Queer Lodgings Podcast-a must listen for any Lotr fan. In just one episode I’ve learned that

-Gay sex was very common during WW1

-Tolkien was a big fan of WH Auden’s book in which he talks about glory holes

-Tolkien did in fact write smut and it was never published! #releasethetolkiensmut

-The original ending of Lotr HAD SAM AND FRODO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER TOGETHER!

-Canon genderfluid Valar

[milesasinmorales]

I adore that queer fans of The Lord Of The Rings have made a space for ourselves in this fandom. It’s beautiful. I have seen so many beautiful queer metas, fanfic, fanart and so. so. much. more. It’s just so amazing I love it. We’ve made a space where we might not otherwise be welcome (jrrt was a very religious Christian) and made it our own. So fuck yea, lotr is gay because we say it is!

[solmarillion]

"twink sauron isn't canon" so true. i personally think sauron should be chubby and have a squishy face and boopable cheeks while also kissing celebrimbor. so glad we agree

[who-needs-words]

Before I do it myself; does anyone know of a Tolkien femslash event?

I know @/myslashyvalentine and @/sapphictolkien exist but I’m looking an event week or something similar. If one does exist what are they called? If one doesn’t would there be interest in a Tolkien femslash event?

[alieisntdead]

sometimes i sit n i think about how all the istari are nonbinary-to-male transgender in canon

[ghost-of-morrowbright]

I love everything about this.

RoP gave us a kiss that was full of emotion but entirely devoid of romantic subtext, and next episode we're going to get a sword fight so charged with romantic and sexual tension that people are going to actually lose their minds.

Adar is simultaneously praising the beauty of a woman (Melian) and a man (Elrond), while also simultaneously praising the beauty of a Maia and a half-elf. While also caring for his enormous family of uruk children. He is a person who literally changed his state of being from his birth-form in order to obtain the life, and children, he wanted.

Sauron's talking about some messed up masochistic relationship with Morgoth, and crying when Adar recalls how beautiful he used to be. He's doing all kinds of fascinating line-crossing when it comes to gender, like he's just decided to conjure up your worst evil non-binary nightmare as he flirts with Mirdania, minces around in his pretty dress and hair-bow, acts like a clique-y mean girl when Celebrimbor calls him out in front of the other smiths, and then slaughters guards with expert swordsmanship and sorcery.

Meanwhile Galadriel is effortlessly switching from armor to fairytale princess dresses, expressing unbridled rage and endless compassion, being maternal to Theo and a mentor to the Numenorean guard as she tutors them in swordplay, and generally projecting a female character who is, per Morfydd, not raised to feel ashamed the way women are in our society.

This is queer Tolkien. It's messing with our culturally encoded understandings of the signs and signals of relationships, gender, family, and friendships. It's messing with our understanding of how we define the potential of individuals and relationships.

Am I confident that they're doing all of this consciously? No.

But am I any less delighted by it?

Also no.

It is so fun and I love it.

[elithilanor]

Delayed Gratification

This is pure filth. And so much longer than I intended it to be? Like short story length??

Surprisingly (Sadly?), this is my first piece of sapphic anything put out into the world, so I’m definitely open to constructive criticism, but please don’t be an asshole about it. Also, there’s a dearth of good wlw um anything so let’s fucking fix it (as sapphic and wlw people - nonbinary and trans inclusive)!

Anyway, Happy Pride, everyone!!!! Enjoy! :)

Tags: Arwen x Female! Elf! Reader (ITS HER WIFE ARWEN GETS A WIFE), dildos, fingering, I would say a healthy amount of d/s - dommy and possessive Arwen, exhibitionism, married sex (this is solely here to reiterate Arwen’s WIFE), femme 4 femme, orgasm denial and edging but mostly off-screen, begging, being restrained in place, biting

This is a healthy, happy, relationship with well-established exhibitionist scenes at play; discussed off-screen. I’ve probably over tagged, but I like to be safe.

Sapphic tag-list (please let me know if you’d like to be added/removed): @starlady66 @glassgulls @wareagleofthemountain

Word Count: 1,411

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“Tease each other, but with love.” -costar

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You gasp as a cold snap hits your face as you finally manage your way out of one of the circle dances stomping through the Hall of Fire and into the frigid, snow-dusted, air.

Truly, you think blankly, as you force your numb and shaking legs across the courtyard and onto one of secluded paths, the Solstice festivities this year are something to behold and your-House-by-marriage have outdone themselves in preparation and execution.

There was only so much dancing you were able to take, however, given not only the now late hour, but also considering your adornment for this evening.

Luckily, once you reach the back gardens, you have long passed any elves wandering from the blazing heat in the celebratory hall, allowing you to safely collapse onto a bench without fear of being seen. You quickly loosen the top of your dress and curl your legs under yourself while hiking up your skirt in the hopes that the brisk bite of winter would soothe your flushed and overheated skin.

Trying in vain to regain some sort of equilibrium, you gaze up at the indigo sky and breathe.

Peppered in with the silver stars, the sickle moon hangs high in the sky. You watch your warm, released breaths float back out into the darkness and you wrap your arms around your legs.  

Slowly - ever so gently as if she almost regretted disturbing your peace- soft arms draped in luxurious silks wrap around you from behind and pull you against an indulgent frame. Your wife’s honeyed voice murmurs against your skin,

“I had wondered where you might have gone when I saw you leave the Hall.” She nips the tip of your ear as she tightens her hold on you, her fabric-obscured muscles ensnaring you and ensuring you won’t be free until she decides to release you.

One of her hands dips down to dance unhurriedly across your inner thighs. You whimper as her lips brush against your neck. “And yet here you are: already spread open and waiting for me.”

She grins and trails her fingers higher, dragging your skirt with her hand and exposing more of your skin to the night air.

“Vanimelda.” Arwen whispers reverently as she seals your lips together for the first time in an incredibly long evening. You clutch at her arm and press back against her, your shoulders flush against her chest. Ridiculous, she was Vanimelda, not yourself.

But all thoughts escape you as you lose yourself in the taste of Arwen. She kisses you again and again and again. Deeper. Longer. You could swear her lips were softer than when you kissed this morning.

You chase the next one.

“Have you any idea how resplendent you look tonight?” The next kiss is harsher and you want, oh, how much you need her. “How much I craved to touch you in the firelight, but could not?”

“Could not?! You - !” She swiftly kisses you again, cutting off your complaint, and she begins working apart the laces that held closed the front of your gown. You had opted to not wear your shift for this banquet.

“Arwen,” You whimper when her fingers brush roughly against your chest. “Arwen, we are not secluded. Anyone could find us.” She pauses, a slight uncertainty written across her features. She presses a questioning kiss to your nose and without a moment’s hesitation, you return it. She lovingly kisses the top of your head and easily slips back into her role.

“Let them.” She growls, giving a hard pull at the last of the lace. Your breasts spill out of your bodice and you gasp, nipples pebbling quickly in the frosty evening. Her eyes are as dark as thunderclouds on the grasslands and her words ring with more truth than they do not.

“Let them look but know that you only belong to me. Let them see how you belong to me. You are mine and no others’.” You stare at her and swallow, mouth dry.

“Perhaps we should go to bed.” She hisses. “My lady wife should only be seen in this state by me and no one else. Let them look from a distance and not the next bush over.”

With this declaration, however, you snap.

“Arwen Elrenniel, I swear by the Valar above that if you do not take me now that I will find someone else to fill me and you will never touch me again!” You snarl, finally at the end of your patience, despite the game being played. Arwen laughs, the sound like bells filling the sky.

“It has been four hours and I will not pass another in this state!” You hiss angrily.

“I have been unkind.” She acknowledges, her voice gentle as it normally is outside of bed-sport. Her thick thigh presses forcefully between your legs, forcing them apart.

It drives you mad and she knows it.

“Arwen, please!” you whine, desperate.

With this, she finally presses down on the phallus you’ve carried inside of you since you dressed for the festival. Since your wife had bent you over your bed’s side and ordered that you didn’t remove it despite the constantly shifting and aching pleasure it caused within you. It had been designed for your body alone, but just under the size and length necessary to bring you to your peak. Without question, it’s her favorite toy to use on you.

You cry out and strain against her arms, breathing hard.

“Poor thing.” She hums and smiles beautifully, the stars shining in her eyes. “Look how wet you are and I’ve not even touched you today.”

You’d glare if you could, but all you feel is relief. You spread your legs wider and arch into her hand, whining. “Please? Please please please, arimelda.”

“Hush, my love,” she sighs against your lips. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you now would you?”

With that, she dips her head and takes your nipple into her mouth, biting hard at the flesh. Your cry is cut short with her hand on your mouth as her cruel wonderful dexterous fingers press and rub directly against your clit.

You tremble in her arms, the sensations completely overwhelming you and silencing any and all thought in your brain.

You cant your hips against her hand on your sex. You try to close your legs.

You clutch at her arms, trying to drag her away. You press your breast closer to her lips.

Arwen, you gasp through your marriage bond, mouth locked as it is. Arwen, Vanimelda! I’m so another gasp as she bites you again, harder than before, I’m s-so close.

“Is this not what you asked of me, melethril?” She breathes softly, teasingly as she runs her tongue over your smarting flesh. “To finally bring you to climax and end your suffering?”

She slips a finger into you besides the phallus and increases the pace of her thumb. You arch into her arms, hips rocking and head falling back against her shoulder.  

“That’s it, arimelda. Come for me. Let the whole of our House hear how you belong to me.”

She catches your lips with hers to swallow your screams as a sharp twist to your swollen nipples has you thrusting wildly against her hand as you come undone, your much delayed orgasm overtaking you and flooding your bond with white-hot, aching pleasure.  

Arwen gasps and quickly slips one of her hands to touch herself, rubbing against you as she brings you both to another release, your body stuttering wildly as you clench hard around the toy and soak her wrist, voice lifting in the still air.

You slowly come back to yourself after several, long, moments to find yourself cradled in your wife’s arms and your head pillowed on her breasts. Your mouth is dry and you’re warm in her arms, your clothes having been re-tied in your post-release haze.

Arwen presses a soft kiss to your temple and brushes your hair away from your sweaty face. “Hello, meleth.” She says, voice quiet and silken in your senses. “You did so wonderfully and so beautifully for me. Thank you.”

Warmth floods your veins and you smile tiredly at her. Love you, s’good. Great. Mhm. You mentally send her way as your eyes slowly slip closed against your wishes, exhaustion creeping in your bones.

Her tinkling laugh soothes the aches in your limbs. Sleep, meleth. I’ll get you to bed.

Despite all her teasing, you know she will.

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Thanks for reading!

[myslashyvalentine]

Will MSV run again in 2025?

Yes, it will! Sign-ups will start in the next few days. Watch this space. ;-)

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

@aspecardaweek​ day two ✦ tar-ancalimë + aromanticism 

“They met thus in the pastures often and often, and he altered the songs of the lovers of old and brought into them the names of Emerwen and Mámandil; and Ancalimë feigned not to understand the drift of the words. But at length he declared his love for her openly, and she drew back, and refused him, saying that her fate lay between them, for she was the Heir of the King.”

-JRR Tolkien, Unfinished Tales, “The Mariner’s Wife”

[ID: A picspam headcanoning Tar-Ancalimë as aromantic, consisting of 16 images in green, grey, black, and white (the colors of the aromantic flag).

1: Malika El Maslouhi, a moroccan-italian model with brown skin, dark and wavy hair, and dark eyes. She is looking up at the viewer with a serious expression and is wearing a black shirt. Green leaves fill the background / 2: A carved stone niche / 3: Lightning in a dark sky / 4: Sheep grazing on a hillside / 5: Marbled green, white, and brown / 6: Black text on a light grey background reading “may god have mercy on my enemies ‘cause i won’t” / 7: Black columns with ornate drawings or carvings in a traditional egyptian style / 8: Malika El Maslouhi looking through a sheer green cloth / 9: Malika El Maslouhi standing in front of translucent sheeting and looking at a stem of red flowers. She is wearing a brown coat with a high collar and her hair is tucked into it / 10: A multi-exposure shot of a crescent moon which appears doubled several times / 11: Foaming waves / 12: A river running through a green valley / 13: Green fabric with sequins / 14: Many candlesticks, some with candles and some without, standing in front of a silvery curtain / 15: Black text on a grey background reading “don’t play games with a girl who can play better” / 16: Malika El Maslouhi, looking intently at some strands of grass in her hands. She is wearing black and white gloves and a black shirt, and is backed by green leaves /End ID]

[mag-lore]

🏳️‍🌈Pride edit requests open!!🏳️‍🌈

In keeping with the theme of my recent silvergifting edit, I'm going to be making edits of queer Tolkien ships for pride month! I have a list of ships already, but if anyone has any ship requests please send them in!!

Editing to add that these will be open from now until the end of June!