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Darkness and Devotion
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Elf(of any choice) x Creature of the void! reader
Your lover was taken by the orcs. Seeing them hurt and bleeding causes you to break and show the true strength of your devotion to them.
Warnings: They/Them used to describe your lover, violence, injuries, black veins, sickness, eating orcs alive, and a bit of angst.
(I was hella inspired by this song. Hope you enjoy it. )
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Your sweet lover's senses were dulled when they were captured by the orcs and taken to Angband, a fortress that was the embodiment of all that is hell. Their hands and limbs were chained and cuffed. The orcs paraded them around in mockery, enjoying their pain and terror. A last show before they would take your lover to the torture chambers to snuff out their light and twist them into one of them, an abomination. Your lover’s thoughts remained on you, remembering your distressed screams and desperate attempts to reach them before orcs took them away. Your lover knew you would likely try to come for them — you felt things deeply and loyalty was part of your nature. They were the qualities your lover adored about you. However, this time, your lover hoped you would stay away. They knew how the evil of Angband and the presence of the dark lord would affect you and the darkness that haunted you from within.
However, they were wrong about your devotion to them.
You had come to them, secretly entered the fortress, and found them. You broke your lover’s chains and led them through the tunnels you came from. You looked sick. The medallion, given by your creator allowed you a certain amount of control, but inside Angband, its influence was weak. Your eyes were dark and black veins dressed your pale skin, threatening to break out. Your lover could sense the raging hunger you held back with all your strength, making you breathe heavily and walk nearly disoriented. It was clear to them you were at your limits, yet for them, you pushed back the instincts that threatened to take control and unleash hell.
Watching you in pain was awful to your lover. They pleaded for you to flee as you were not thinking straight and at your limits. However, you refused, unwilling to leave them behind.
The alarms were set when the orcs found you. In your limits yet still in incredible control, you protected your lover from raining arrows, growing what seemed to be a wing made out of black mass from your body to shield them. Your lover was taken aback as it was the first time they had seen glimpses of your true form. But you did not waste time showing any more of yourself to them and dragged them as orcs began chasing you.
Your lover watched as you killed every orc that came in your way. They could feel the rage and hunger in your every kill, yet you still pushed yourself to remain in control. They admired your strength but it did not ease the worry about your limits and how much you can hold back before you are driven mad by hatred and hunger.
The entrance was right there. Your lover felt hope as freedom was right in your reach, but then you were ambushed by the orcs and captured.
The orcs tore your lover away from you. You tried to reach out to them, screaming and struggling against the orcs who overpowered you by numbers. Your lover feebly tried to fight back when they saw the orcs striking you with maces, trying to chain and subdue you. They tried to fight back harder, but then they were hit in the head, causing them to be disoriented and feel blood run down their face.
Your lover saw the line between control and insanity break within your eyes when you saw them bleed. It was perhaps the last straw because before your lover lost consciousness, they heard the breaking of chains and the screams of orcs filling the caverns and saw your body become something dark, consuming all the light and life. Then everything became dark.
When your lover's senses finally returned to consciousness, they were surrounded by something. Like sensing they were awake, an orbs of light shone through the dark and they could see where they were. They were in some kind of cocoon. It was black and felt similar to the wing you used to protect them earlier. However, it felt different as it felt alive and all around them, holding them in its protective gentleness. Their ears and body were soothed by strange vibrations and sounds that were hard to describe yet caused no ill feeling.
Your lover then finds your medallion in their hands and slowly realizes that the black mass around them and the sounds… was you.
You have shared that your kind did not possess singular forms as you possessed no souls. That is why your true forms were unsightly and terrible compared to the forms of valar and life created by Illuvatar’s mind. Those were your words.
You never agreed to show your true form out of fear and concern for your lover’s well-being, yet your lover found themselves unharmed and unafraid.
The sensations that vibrated through your body and them felt like deep breaths of air and beats of a heart, which your lover found curious as you claimed your kind did not possess hearts. Your existence and body were one singularity. The orbs of light were likely lights you had consumed, now acting as lamps to comfort them. Your lover felt the sensations of your body like they were their own. They could feel your love for them, so gentle yet passionate.
These heightened senses allowed them to sense something else outside their protective cocoon. Your body was rumbling and sounds of distant screams reached their ears. It took them a moment to realize those screams of terror belonged to the orcs and the rumbling… was your singing, terrifying yet beautiful singing.
The song of your devotion and conviction made them feel safe within the darkness of your very form. They could not find themselves to share the terror the orcs and servants of Morgoth felt by the sight of you as your form marched through the fortress so heavily fortified yet helpless at the face of your power and song that devastated its very foundation.
They could only embrace the medallion in their hands and the light you shared within yourself for them, just to make them feel less afraid.
They could hear the screams. They could sense how you fed your hunger by devouring every orc and servant that dared to come in your way. They were crushed and absorbed into your body as you had no mouth.
Your lover could only imagine the horror the dark lord himself would feel at such might.
Your song was terrible, yet so comforting.
When you reach the outside world, your lover can feel the air around you. Your lover was lulled into a peaceful slumber as you did not stop there. You grew wings on your back and took flight, flying into the sky and taking them away from the dark lord’s fortress. The sensation of flying and safety allowed them to finally close their eyes and rest from your shared ordeal as you took them to safety.
When they woke up, they found themselves in a cave with all your travel bags. Your lover themself were placed on a stone bed and healed of all injuries they had sustained in Angband. It was like they were never injured in the first place. They glanced at your medallion in their hands before seeing a familiar black mass hover above them. It was like staring at a living black cloud and your lover’s eyes fell upon you after following their roots to the deeper corner of the cave.
You were sitting on a rock in your half-formed mortal body — your true form still spread around the cave from your back. Your eyes were at their blackest your lover had ever seen them and most of your skin was covered in black-like matter. Your lover was in a state of astonishment seeing you in this form. Your mortal body looked like broken glass, unable to fix its cracks and stop the flow of what they could describe as living darkness.
When you looked at your lover, you looked away — fear and shame in your eyes at the reality of them seeing your true form.
It was clear to your elven lover. You were afraid of their rejection of your dark and so-called abhorred form. However, they felt neither fear nor disgust.
Your lover rose from their stone bed and slowly approached you. You kept your head low, but when they kneeled before you, you looked at them and saw only love and acceptance in their eyes. They gently placed the medallion over your neck, returning it to its place against your chest. The medallion shone, allowing you to gain control and call back your true body. The black matter around the cave pulled back into your body, allowing you to shape back into your mortal disguise.
After the warmth returned to your skin and your eyes returned to their original color, you looked back into your lover as they still held acceptance and love in their eyes. You wanted to break into tears as you never imagined they would accept this side of you. Releasing a heavy sniff, your lover embraced you. They placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around them, clinging and unable to let go. Your ordeal together pushed back as you both reveled in each other’s embrace. Relief and adoration radiated from within your lover’s heart as they were prepared to write songs about your devotion to them, to share how no one should underestimate a creature of the void…
…especially one in love.
#silmarillion#silmarillion x reader#tolkien#middle earth x reader#silm fic#middle earth#silmarillion imagines#silmarillion fanfiction#elf x reader#x void reader#tw:dark#tw: dark themes#silmarillion oneshot#silmarillion short
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elrond through the ages based on one glorious panel from chapter 95 of Black Butler (hopefully i got that right....). in the context of this sequence, i always thought it was sad to think abt how many people elrond has lost throughout his life alongside how remarkable he is to remain "as kind as summer" still by the time the hobbit rolls around 🥺
i redrew elrond's poses based on ciel's in the original panels BUT i forgot what page exactly the original panel sequence is... however!! if you scroll down to the middle half of this blog post you can find the original reference pic :D warning that it includes heavy spoilers for the black butler manga so u could just alternatively google 'ciel phantomhive running' and it'd probably be one of the first results that pop up haha
#silmarillion#elrond#maglor#maedhros#silm#celebrimbor#annatar#this was fun mostly bc i had another excuse to redesign folks :DDD annatar and tyelpe mostly!!! also cirdan debut???#in the end i went back to a short haired tyelpe.... he's swoler this time however heheh..... hopefully......#i am totally uninspired when it comes to most 3rd age designs... i like PJ's versions too much to try and come up with something else :D#in my defense i cant imagine istari gandalf any other way 😭 my heart belongs to one (1) old geezer !!!#elwing#earendil#elros#gandalf#saruman#thranduil#galadriel#cirdan#ereinion gil galad#celebrian#arwen#glorfindel#erestor#gildor inglorion#I FORGOT ABOUT ELLADAN AND ELROHIR#celeborn#frodo baggins#aragorn#silm art
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I just think Aredhel deserves hugs from all her loved ones
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The king is dead (?); Long live the king
I wanted to depict Maglor's coronation. This is probably before in the absence of nelyafinwe
#once again this is for the politics#i give you: king maglor#still vibing with short hair maglor after feanor & nelyafinwe's passing#maglor#the silmarillion#this is kinda really sloppy but i fulfilled my quota for march
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Day 2 (Traveling to Middle Earth | The Helcaraxë | Bonds Broken, Bonds Made) for @glorfindelweek !!
This is so so headcanon heavy but tl;dr I like to headcanon a) Idril as the equivalent of 10-12ish at the start of the Helcaraxë and Glorfindel being only a little older than her, b) Glorfindel as Idril's first cousin, on her mother's side, and c) them being more or less friendly before the Helcaraxë but growing very very close during the march!
They're just two kids watching out for each other when the adults are busy with important adult things
#ty for hosting!!#this is theoretically at the v beginning of the helcaraxë#OH also headcanon d) short elf hair before they reach their majority!#idril#glorfindel#glorfindelweek#silmarillion#silmarillion fanart#tolkien fanart#candlesart#here down in the valley#im still experimenting w brushes. just picking a new one every piece and going at it#im so sorry i draw literally every wavy/curly bob like that. theres only so many ways i know how to draw a bob (one)
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Creation and Growth For @ainurweek
#realised I’d basically drawn Tom bombadil and Goldberry if her hair was blonde which is fine cause that’s my hc for who Tom is anyway#ainurweek2024#yavanna#yavanna kementari#aule#aule x yavanna#the silmarillion#my art#saintstarsart#silm#silm fanart#silm art#ainur#valar#we stan a short king and his tall tree wife
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The light of Morgoth
An Angbang mini comic about Melkor's relation to the Silmaril part 1
Part 2 will be posted this thursday with exclusive nsfw content ❤️
#silmarillion#silmarillion fanart#tolkien#mairon#lord of the rings#tolkien fanart#sauron#melkor#angbang#morgoth#angband#silmarillionfanart#short comic#comics#silm headcanons
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Edward. As an elf. (probably noldor 'cause of the 'into crafting' thing they got going on)-
#dont ask me why#i felt like it#HEH#Edward Elric#>:D#as an elf~#Because I wanted to#:)#lotr#crossover#i have a ton of clothing reference for elvish oufits-#and I wanted to draw edward#so#we got this#fma#fma fanart#lord of the rings#or other stuff#like.#it could be#the silmarillion#or just like#anything related to#tolkien#elves#all that stuff#noldor#cause i reckon he'd be one#a very short angry one
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White Council of the Reverse Gondolin timeline, c. TA 5
#silm#silmarillion#celebrimbor#tyelperinquar#gil galad#ereinion#elrond#prince elrond#galadriel#tar miriel#reverse gondolin au#white council#they all get fancy shiny crowns :)#tyelpes outfit was slightly updated compared to his older one#with shorter/tucked sleeves and a red inner layer instead of black#but the main diff is the white shoulder mantle thing styled after lomion#gils outfit is a more modern reverse gondolin style#prince elronds base outfit is also modern rev gondolin; the mantle is an older valinor era style#galadriels cloak is doriathrim and the short jackety thing is telerin#tar miriels crown is the Functional Everyday one. the ceremonial one is elros' helm and is not great for daily wear when youre not in battl
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Turgon and Argon were so tall because the Vanyar are generally taller than Noldor. Maedhros was tall for a Noldo. Indis’ Vanya blood made Arfin and Nolo taller than Náro. This is all well and good until I try to defend Short Fingon
#But sir I WANT him to be short#Ugh#silm hc#silm headcanons#silmarillion#silm#silm shitpost#fingon#Feanaro#feanor#turgon#argon#vanyar#noldor#indis
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Cirdan: Is this the kids table?
Elrond: Yeah, kids and Cirdan.
Cirdan: Well someone needed to watch you.
#Ever have a single adult get stuck and the kids table at family gatherings? Cirdan drew the short straw.#lotr#lord of the rings#incorrect lord of the rings quotes#silmarillion#incorrect silmarillion quotes#incorrect quotes#elrond#lotr elrond#elrond peredhel#cirdan#lotr cirdan
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"[Tulkas'] spouse is Nessa, the sister of Oromë, and she also is lithe and fleetfooted. Deer she loves, and they follow her train whenever she goes in the wild; but she can outrun them, swift as an arrow with the wind in her hair. In dancing she delights, and she dances in Valimar on lawns of never-fading green." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Valaquenta"
@ainurweek day 7 ⇢ NESSA
[ID: an edit comprised of six posters in shades of red, black, and brown, with some white and gold accents.
1: Sheerah Ravindren, a tamil model with brown skin and long black hair, some of which is braided. They are looking over their shoulder at the viewer with a neutral expression, surrounded by gold foliage on a red background. The image is framed by a white rectangle which cuts off in the upper left corner, where white cursive text reads "Nessa." White serif text in the bottom right corner reads "the dancer" in all caps / 2: A red-handled knife with a dangling tassel beside its matching red sheath on a black background. White text, some in cursive and some in the serif font, reads "And it is sung that in that feast of the Spring of Arda / 3: A deer's face emerging from dark shadows. Text in the same format as Image 2 reads "Tulkas espoused Nessa the sister of Oromë, and she danced" / 4: Sheerah Ravindren, this time facing the viewer with their hands resting on either side of their head. They wear no shirt, and their hair hangs over their chest, as well as several gold necklaces. Same text as Image 1, but the text has switched to the bottom left and top right corners / 5: Sheerah Ravindren facing the viewer and crossing their arms above their head as if dancing. Same text and format as Image 1 / 6: An indian classical dancer. The image shows multiple exposures, making the figure look like they are in several poses at once. Text in the same format as Images 2 and 3 reads "before the Valar upon the green grass of Almaren." //End ID]
#ainurweek#ainurweek2024#nessa#the silmarillion#mepoc#valar#ainur#tolkienedit#silmedit#oneringnet#tolkiensource#sourcetolkien#fantasyedit#litedit#brought to you by me#edits with the wild hunt#the professor's world#posters#described#scopophobia cw#fc: sheerah ravindren#the speed at which i snapped up this photoset shorted out six radar computers
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Short Feanor is so fucking annoying because it feels like people enjoy it to be degrading
So now I've now decided that he's the TALLEST of Finwe's sons just to be petty.
Fingolfin can look the same height as him as a treat though. Also Nerdanel gets to be the same height as Feanor so her tall genes + Feanor's tall genes can create Maitimo "the tallest Noldo you've ever seen" Nelyafinwe.
Also Fingon also gets to be tall because I'm not done being petty, he's huge but he's just surrounded by his skyscraper brothers & Maedhros 24/7
#Miriel is still short because I like to think Feanor inherited her pretty face but not her height#feanor#fingolfin#fingon#maedhros#nerdanel#silmarillion#the silmarillion
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more concept sketches: The Doom of the Noldor as a three-act ballet!
It'd be impossible to adapt the entire Silmarillion into a single ballet, but I think this is the closest you can get to reducing the plot to its bare minimum. more details below!
Act I: (from top to bottom) Feänor and the silmarils, Mandos, Nerdanel, the Kinslaying at Alqualondë
Act II: (from top to bottom, left to right) Fingon and Maedhros, Turgon and Elenwe, Idril and Maeglin, Galadriel
Act III: (from top to bottom) Fingolfin facing Morgoth, surely that is a Silmaril that shines now in the West?, Maedhros and Maglor
#i don't normally like short haired elves that much but this is an exception#i don't know why i just think. they look neat#works better with the dancers' silhouette#tolkien ballet#the silmarillion#feanorians#clarisse doodles#ballet#tolkien#mandos#maedhros#fingon#maglor#noldor#elves!#elves elves elves#concept sketches#concept art#illustration
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