#tilion headcanon

[doodle-pops]

The Ainur | With A Short Reader

Request: Can I make a request for headcanons for how the Ainur would be with a short human reader? Around 5 foot tall? Like an elf of about 6 feet would only reach up to some of their chest or lower still, considering they’re like 7-9 foot tall. Would they be cute, teasing, protective, frustrated by the height difference? P.s. I love the way you characterise all the Ainur, it really feels like their personality, you do a fantastic job. - anon

A/N: Happy to fulfil this request and learn that you enjoy my characterisations of them anon. I tend to envision the Ainur as nothing less than nine feet since they are deities and display their power through their heights. So you’re going to appear super short next to them. Nonetheless, Enjoy!

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Manwë

The bird was too stunned to speak. Are you a child or dwarf, certainly that could not be your final height at the end of your growth? Unfortunately, it is your complete height which makes you appear as a little bird before the great King. Now his nickname ‘little bird’ makes more sense.

He cannot fathom how you can be the same size as a bean and packed with all that sass whenever he mentions how tiny you are. You require a ladder if you ever reach his head for a ‘level-headed’ talk.

Has no issue picking you up with one hand and carrying you around like his personal comfort toy when he’s having a bad day. Anyone commenting or teasing gets a look that speaks about them receiving a bolt of lightning.

Let us not forget his avian side which is going to fawn over how adorable you are. You’re tiny and squishy, perfect for belonging in his nest where he can shower you in affection all day long.

The size difference is outstanding. Just picture a baby lying in their parents' bed, looking like a little nugget among the pillows…that’s what you appear like anytime you snuggle in his bed. On numerous occasions, he didn’t see you and almost squished you under the sheets.

With your size, it means wearing his robes and marching around his room or Ilmarin pretending to be him while he silently watches from afar. You are drowning in his robes, don’t even wear his shirt, it’s a gown on you.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Irmo

Your size doesn’t change the way he’s going to shower you with ultimate love and affection. Apart from the minor teasing he’ll conduct for the fun of the situation, Irmo loves you the same way if you are tall.

A gentleman who enjoys using the opportunities when granted to lift you over puddles or streams so he can fawn over how you fit in his arms. He (and the others) can lift you with his pinkie and has done it before.

You are authorised to always sleep on his chest—you look like a kitten sleeping on his chest in his eyes—mainly because you like to roll and so does he and nothing good has arisen from you both rolling together.

Gets lost in crowds and he panics. He’ll be walking around asking if anyone has seen his little lover and he will give descriptions. “They’re about 5 feet, this short and very tiny. They look like an elfling…”

Saw children’s clothing on a walk with you in a boutique, did not know they were for children and excitedly stated, “Oh look! I believe these would look lovely on you! They even have your colours.”

Do not be upset with him, he didn’t know that it was children’s clothing. Irmo only wished to share the moment of shopping with you. But worry not, he gathers the best seamstresses and tailors to fashion you the finest wear that looks nothing like children’s clothes.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Námo

Has a smile on his face anytime you take the lead and walk in front of him, hence his reason for always telling you to lead the way. He’s a simple Vala, he wants to watch as you waddle like a duck with your short legs as you take him to Eru knows where.

Pretends to complain when you ‘borrow’ his robes because you missed him, but gushes mentally at the sight of how you’re drowning in his forever monochromatic black robes.

His viridian eyes were soft at the sight of you walking around, dragging his robes all over. The idea of complaining about getting them dirty has disappeared, and all he is thinking about is how you look like a penguin.

Your feet running across his halls are the equivalent of tiny pitter-patter and it’s how he can easily distinguish your presence; just listen for the tiny footsteps. But it never works out well when you’re among elves and lost in a crowd.

The first time you met his brother, Irmo mistook you for a child Námo adopted and congratulated his brother on softening up to the idea of children. To make matters worse, you played along—much to Námo’s annoyance—and clung to his arm, calling him ‘atar/daddy’.

Irmo was elated, you were dying of laughter and Námo was contemplating his life. He couldn’t believe this was the humour he signed up for the moment he fell in love with someone shorter than most individuals.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Ulmo

Mistook you for the child wandering the shores the first time he saw you in the distance and scolded you for playing in the deep waters without parental supervision. That was until he learned you weren’t a child and your permanent height for a lifetime.

‘Pebble’ was the most suitable nickname he gifted you since pebbles were small and cute…like you. Plus, he brings you pebbles, seashells and pearls from the ocean floor as a token of affection.

Because you’re smaller, your strokes as you swim alongside him are slower, so he’ll call the seals, dolphins or whales to swim alongside you for assistance. You’re even allowed to ride them anytime you two are swimming out in the depths.

Since Ulmo’s true form is staggering, he opts to appear around the same height as you are anytime he has to walk the earth. His favourite place to have walks would be the beach obviously.

Hand holding while watching the sunset and he’s quietly staring at your short fingers holding his larger hand. He loves holding your hand to fawn over the size. He would even slip on a cute ring with a pearl one day.

Because Ulmo is known for having no resting place as he wanders the waters of the world, he enjoys visiting your home. It’s even better if you live near a lake for him to have easier access to seeing you frequently. Cue Ulmo marvels at how small your household items are as he picks them up.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Oromë

Congratulations, you are the perfect size to sit on all of his creatures (and him) to ride through the forest with him. He cannot get over your tiny figure because he knows that you’re about the same size as an elfling and all his creatures are larger than you.

Roughhousing is a thing that occurs between you both and he gets caught up in the experience to forget how easily he can send you on a trip to Estë for healing…because it has happened multiple times.

Picks you up like a sack of potatoes and slings you over his shoulder when he has to carry you somewhere and you’re being troublesome, or he wants to randomly surprise you. You’re as light as a feather as he runs with you through the forest.

Swinging from his muscular arms anytime he flexes his muscles for you? Yes, yes you do, and he loves it. Fuels his ego to know that he’s strong and his lover can climb him like a tree. Clinging to his muscular physique and probably biting him? Yes, you do that he calls you a tiny beast who needs to be tamed.

Not the type to underestimate the size of a creature you can ride because of your size but is also cautious at the same time. Wanted to gift you a Shetland pony because you were small enough to ride one, but back out last minute knowing that he would receive an earful. Gave you a giant-sized tiger or dog as a companion.

You wear his pelts and pretend to act like him, attempting to wield his bow—sweetheart, you couldn’t even draw the strings—as though you were hunting.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tulkas

No different from Oromë and will playfight with you using the strength in his pinkie finger and you’d still have to bandage some body parts because accidents happen all the time. No worries though, he praises your injuries and makes you feel as though you fought a great battle with him.

He has no doubts, dismisses your strengths and associates them with your size having seen many great warriors display outstanding strengths and feats despite their size. Instead, he encourages you to take pride in your size and all the greatness you can accomplish.

You got a workout buddy, or rather he got a new dumbbell to lift or someone to sit on his back for push-ups. Your weight is inconsequential, but it doesn’t stop you from enjoying the fun in the moment.

Also picks you up like a sack of potatoes and carries you around the place, introducing you to all his close friends and elves. Anytime you need to speak ‘eye-level’ with him, instead of going to lengths to climb tables or a tree, he’ll kneel to your level.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Melkor

Getting called dwarf, child, or both the first time you meet will result in him changing the names and calling you a critter if you attempt to attack him for calling you short. Probably ‘ankle biter’ might be your new name because he denoted that small things have the most rage.

You’re a ferocious ankle-biter in his eyes whose nerves he enjoys getting on because your responses are hilarious. It’s all in jest…or maybe not.

Nothing of his will ever fit you, that also means trying to wear his crown with the Silmarils. It’s currently sitting on your neck as we speak. All you can do is make versions of his outfits tailored to your size.

You’re smaller, so his hands can cover your entire face. Know what that means? Squish your cheeks as you speak to admire how soft and dough-like they are. “Hm, ankle biter, you have remarkably soft cheeks,” he says while squishing your face.

There’s nothing you can climb on to meet his height because he makes sure that there isn’t anything around. He wants you to break your neck looking up at him (bite his ankles and he’ll reach your height).

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Eönwë

“You’re like a hummingbird minus the speed,” he chuckled upon the first sight of your tiny figure. You were lucky he didn’t consider you a lost child who wandered before him in search of help because he was ready to call you ‘child’.

I have to say, Eӧnwё is the best person to try the same ‘daddy’ prank on when you’re walking through the streets of Valimar but clinging to him and acting like a child for the elves to fawn over how adorable the interaction is. There is always an elf who inquires for you to look them in the eye and say, “This is my atya!”

His avian side adores your tininess; and makes you all the more delicate and squishable. You are never again going to leave the nest…just joking, but his protective side goes up a notch because you are TINY.

I mean, he loses you in a crowd easily and you can’t even jump high enough to show your location. You can climb a table or chair but still have to get past the sea of heads before Eӧnwё spots you.

Gets you the smaller version of everything so you don’t have to struggle with holding the larger objects. He once watched as you climbed a chair as if it were a mountain or fought with a glass of wine because the glass was too big to hold.

At least going on flights doesn’t change whether you’re extra small or bigger. Visits in the morning and takes you to watch the sunrise over the mountain from a bird’s eye view.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tilion

Doesn’t matter if you’re tiny or tall, you still look the same from his view in the sky as he guides the moon. But he does melt at the sight of you looking up at the moon.

You are forever his ‘little deer’ even though you’re probably feisty and love to bite or nibble on his arms all the time. Similar to Oromë, carries you around like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, but more for the fun of watching your short legs dangle.

Doesn’t alter the size of any furniture so he can observe your legs dangling over the edges and sway, or the size difference between you and the table designed for a nine-foot entity.

Roughhousing is a constant must-have between you both because he adores pinning your smaller body under his and making you fight back. Tilion just wants to watch you struggle and wiggle like a worm. Bite him.

Puts you to sleep on top of him because it is the safest option unless you want to be crushed under a giant nine-foot Maia, and you look like a tiny kitten curled up on his chest. The only thing he hasn’t done is pick you up by your scruff.

He’s such a tease when it comes to you both riding through the forest. Tilion will purposefully place you behind him so you can’t see a thing and then tease you about being too small. But it’s all in jest because he’ll have you ride an elk or reindeer or even a pony that was handpicked to match your size.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Mairon

He also assumed you’re an ankle biter as well because he called you short and you were ready to attack. Please, do not release him from your tyranny because he will make fun of your height and pat your head or rest his arm atop your head when he’s resting. Again, bite him.

Complains about your short legs and how slow you are when you’re walking side-by-side but comes to you later to ask for assistance because some tool of his fell into a small hole and you’re tiny enough to get it.

Tells you that he’ll feed you to his wolves if you don’t stop clinging to him when in truth, he loves it. You’re small enough to not be a distraction as he moves about his forge or the fortress, but it’s just Mairon being a tsundere.

Doesn’t see you lying in his bed because his bed is huge and you’re extra small, so he almost lies atop your body. It’s turned into a staring match like how children stare you down without blinking.

Has a tendency to carry you around, for funsies, by holding onto your belt or grabbing the back of your clothes so you dangle as he powers through the corridors until he arrives at his Lord holding you like a briefcase.

Deep down, as much as he teases your size, he enjoys the differences. Watching you fight to lift an object made for his size or dress in his clothes—if you’re brave enough to try this—is entertaining.

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[legendariium]

Modern verse Tilion:

Adopted son of Oromë and Vána

Arien is his adopted sister

Is a professional modern/contemporary dancer

Does drag on the side for fun

Definitely has an onlyf@ns (and it definitely helps pay his bills)

Takes pole dancing classes for fun too

Has platinum dyed hair; normally he’s a natural blonde

Loves karaoke

Favorite band is Queen he fking loves Queen

[cilil]

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇𝓈

Characters: Mairon, Gothmog, Eönwë, Tilion & Ossë; reader's gender is unspecified - all up to your imagination~

Featuring: 2nd person POV, vampire!Mairon, werewolf!Mairon, monsterfucking, Balrog anatomy, avian Ainu, merman, some Dom/sub dynamics, bit of predator/prey and other kinks, penetrative sex, intercrural sex, dirty talk

Warnings: Possessive themes, smut, tiny bit of degradation branding/burn marks, blood drinking/vampirism, mentions of impact play (whipping, spanking), swords/blades, bit of blood, biting, scratching

AN: Thanks to everyone who voted on my poll (back in the day). Sorry for the delay and here are your top choices plus our favorite birdy boy - hope you enjoy!

Mairon

𓂀 Once your heart is his, Mairon makes sure to live up to his reputation as the Lord of Gifts and the Lord of the Rings. Whether it is to seal a bond of marriage, asking for your hand or a promise of love and courtship, he crafts a beautiful ring just for you - showing everyone that you are now his and possibly also enhancing said ring with a few spells so he can watch over you.

𓂀 Yet gold is not the only way for him to mark your body; he also loves to use his fire to ensure neither you nor anyone else will ever forget where you belong. Mairon's preferred symbol to draw on your skin is The Eye, and he loves to place it right on your neck or chest so he can see it every time he takes you.

𓂀 His love and desire for you take many forms, as does he; when in the shape of a vampire, he enjoys biting you and drinking your blood while he makes love to you, strengthening the bond between you. He may sing to you to keep you calm while he feeds, and his song causes the wound and the vein he drank from to appear golden for a time until it slowly fades. Mairon expects you to wear those marks with pride and not cover them up.

𓂀 Whenever his form has more wolfish attributes, he also likes leaving bite marks, but his favorite feature is his knot. He loves how it swells inside you and stretches you out while he breeds you and how it keeps his seed inside until he decides he's done with you for the night.

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"Do you think you can take it?" 

Mairon slams into you with the full strength of his fána, making sure you can feel every inch of his hot, hard cock stretching you out without mercy. 

"Do you think you can take my knot, my precious little slut?" 

You barely manage to nod before a searing hot sensation makes you cry out in pain and pleasure alike. The eye symbol, proudly adorning your chest, glows in response to his words, like on the day when you were first marked by his hand. 

Satisfied with your obedience, Mairon stops moving and allows his seed to fill you. His knot swells proudly, binding you to him, and you try to muffle another scream — only for him to deter you with a quick slap on your thigh. 

"No," he says firmly, "let me hear it. I want to hear how much you love this, and you will not deny me."

Gothmog

☄ Contrary to popular belief, Gothmog can be affectionate and isn't afraid to show it. He likes to keep you close in public and holds you like a pretty little doll, making it clear to everyone that you belong to him and no one else may come close to you, let alone touch you. Even when he isn't around, the scent of fire and heat of his touch seems to surround you everywhere you go.

☄ Yet make no mistake: The Lord of Balrogs is incredibly strong and likes it rough. He may use his claws and fangs to as part of passionate love making and leave bite and scratch marks in strategic spots to ensure that everyone knows he has claimed you. Carry your marks with pride: To Balrogs, they are a symbol of strength and a sign that you belong.

☄ Gothmog's favorite way to claim and mark you, however, is fire - but he won't use his whip unless you ask him to. Instead, he may opt to simply use his hands to leave a nice and warm hand print on your skin; the same applies to any sort of impact play where he uses his hands instead of any tools. The touch of a Balrog leaves a lingering feeling of either cosy warmth or searing heat, and which one it will be is his choice to make.

☄ Aside from horns that you can hold on to, Gothmog also has a tail - and yes, he can and will use it. Not only is it a convenient as an additional limb to wrap around you and pull you close when his hands and arms are occupied and to keep others away from you, but he can also use it to fuck you if he so chooses, be it to tease you or for double penetration. He loves to test your limits.

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"What a pretty little thing you are." Gothmog pats your head with his large hand while he continues to effortlessly bounce you on his lap as if you weigh nothing. 

You would have cried out from the intensity of his massive cock thrusting in and out of you rapidly, but all you manage is a muffled moan; your mouth is currently occupied by the tip of his tail. 

"We don't need the entire fortress to hear you," Gothmog said beforehand, and you agreed. 

He is — for his standards — gentle with you, but you also know that there isn't much mercy to be had in Angband. You consider yourself lucky to be with him. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when Gothmog rakes the claws of his free hand down your back and chuckles when he feels your throat vibrate with muted screams. 

"And so good for me too," he adds to his previous statement. "Keep taking me so nicely and I might even let you rest after this round."

Eönwë

⚔ As sweet and affectionate as Eönwë is with you in private, he's not exactly fond of others trying to compete, particularly during avian mating season. He stays with you whenever he can, guarding you like a precious treasure, and watches the people who approach you, both when's nearby and when he's somewhere else. Should another suitor be so foolish as to approach you anyway, they will soon notice a very irate Maia glaring at them and posturing aggressively, every single feather fluffed up.

⚔ While you two are still courting and not quite ready for marriage yet, Eönwë presents you with a lovely promise bracelet or anklet (your choice), made of his favorite materials that he gathered himself. Nothing makes him happier than seeing you wear it, and conveniently enough it also serves as a reminder to other suitors that you are very much taken - by the chief of the Maiar, no less.

⚔ When Eönwë makes love to you, he can be gentle, but he can also be feral. Sometimes his desire simply overwhelms him. Depending on his current form, he has talons on his hands and will make use of them to mark you, even drawing ancient patterns on you to show everyone who claimed you. You can also expect to find yourself covered in love bites, with his favorite area being your neck.

⚔ If you enjoy rough sex and agree to try out some more "extreme" kinks, Eönwë would love to make use of his sword - the song of steel and battle is ingrained in his very being, after all. As much as the rational part of him hates to see you hurt, the feral part of him is fascinated by the way you shiver when a cold blade is pressed against you or when it leaves beautiful lines of red on your skin and draws a few droplets of blood.

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Cold steel bites into your skin as the blade touches your throat, but you only have eyes for Eönwë. He's breathing heavily, and his fána glows with barely contained lust. 

"I want you," he breathes. 

You spread your legs in silent invitation. Surely he must know that you are already his; even if you decided to fight back now, which is the last thing on your mind, he would be too strong for you. 

"Exactly like this," Eönwë says then, and you understand. He wants to take you with his sword at your throat, utterly at his mercy, and your skin prickles with excitement. 

The prospect of submitting to the greatest warrior of the Maiar so completely is thrilling. 

Eönwë enters you with one swift thrust, his free hand reaching for your hip. You make sure not to move, as you know he wants from you, and welcome him inside. The blade presses against your skin, but only lightly; his hold is steady, his posture impeccable, no blood is drawn. 

You surrender. 

Tilion

☽ Tilion loves antlers, his pride and joy when it comes to his fána, and wants to share that with you. If you yourself are an Ainu and grow your own pair, he will paint them silver with moonlight. If not, he will gladly hunt beasts of your choosing for you to claim their horns or antlers as a prize for you to wear and paint them as well. Nothing makes him more proud than everyone seeing that you belong to him.

☽ In order to make sure you are always safe, even when he isn't around, Tilion also crafts protective moon charms, infused with the light of Telperion's fruit. These are designed to keep creatures of darkness away, fearing his wrath, and may also glow to alert you to nearby danger. Not least of all they come with the additional benefit of letting everyone know that Tilion is only ever one call away.

☽ He loves to be intimate with you whenever he can, worshiping your body to his heart's content. Like his own hunt and war paint, Tilion enjoys painting your skin with matching patterns. These are expressions of love and companionship, glowing hymns to your beauty, but also marks of ownership and desire.

☽ For as hopelessly romantic as Tilion is, never forget that he's also a hunter. When lust overwhelms him, he is a passionate and wild lover, and sex with him can get rough. He enjoys chasing you, catching you and holding you down while he takes you, as well as leaving bite marks all over your body. Rest assured though that he will take good care of you after and do anything to ensure that you're comfortable and at ease.

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"You are too beautiful for your own good," Tilion sighs, smiling as he kisses you on the lips. 

You are both naked, lying together on a bed of moss in the woods of Oromë, and panting heavily after a wild and lengthy chase. Of course your lover has caught you in the end and carried you to a comfortable hidden spot to enjoy his prey. 

Tilion trails his hand down your chest, your stomach, your lower body, and you spread your legs in anticipation. He wants you, you can see it; his midnight blue eyes darken with desire. 

"There you go, little deer," whispers gentle praise against your lips before pushing two fingers inside of you. "You will be all nice and wet for me soon, won't you?" 

You nod. Of course you will be; how could you not when you are with your beloved hunter, chasing your love and your pleasure with no less determination and ferocity than he chases his prey. 

Ossë

⚡︎ Ossë is a capricious and jealous lover. His feelings for you are strong and passionate, and he will fight anyone who wishes you ill - or comes closer than he would like. The storms he conjures are mighty, and even if Ulmo and Uinen stop him from giving in to his jealousy, Ossë is also a mischievous Maia who will find other ways to mess with those who have wronged you or him.

⚡︎ You will find yourself getting showered with gifts from him, various trinkets that he picks up in the oceans of Arda: Pearls, seashells, items and parts from sunken ships, bones, teeth and also all sorts of fish and sea creatures he caught for you. Ossë delights in swimming, diving and hunting to his heart's content, but most importantly coming home to you with something new to show you.

⚡︎ Just like he himself is wild and fierce, so is intimacy with him. You will find yourself completely soaked, regardless of whether he takes you in the water (as he prefers) or outside, and covered in bite and scratch marks; Ossë simply can't resist taking a bite out of something as beautiful as you are. He also loves the thought that everyone can tell what you two have done afterwards.

⚡︎ Ossë enjoys being on top of you, all around you and inside you, having his tail wrapped tightly around you. After he's done making love to you, he likes carrying you around like a precious little pearl and singing to you in ancient tongues until you fall asleep. You may also notice that, whenever you've been with him, the scent of seawater sticks with you for days.

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The sand feels warm against your skin, but Ossë's form is cool and smooth. He rolls over so he's lying on top of you, his tail wrapping around your legs, and flashes you a toothy grin, like a hungry sea monster about to devour its unfortunate prey. 

"Should I take you here, marilla? Or should I drag you to the bottom of the ocean first?" he teases. 

Clawed, webbed fingers hold onto you possessively, and Ossë wastes no time nibbling on the side of your neck as you writhe underneath him. 

"Please have mercy, o lord of storms," you gasp, entertaining his little game to entice him to go on. 

You know your words had the intended effect when you feel something hard pressing against your thigh. 

"Perhaps I will," Ossë muses, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

His tail keeps its grip on your legs, and he pushes his now-exposed cock between your thighs to rut against you.

"We will even start slowly," he whispers, "but worry not. You shall feel my full strength soon enough."

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marilla (Quenya) - pearl

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[sesamenom]

the man in the moon went on too many sidequests

hilarious how the Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late / Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon implies that tilion once wandered off, got drunk, and after being dragged back he fell out of the Moon and got stuck in a fishing net

[youareunbearable]

Funny little idea, but how about a little ficlet of Maedhros being blessed by the moon for some reason ( was thinking a non evil werewolf cause Tilion is also like a hunting guy and what hunter DOESNT love the idea of a hunting pack animal, but it can be anything)

Everyone is so lost on why Maedhros????? Huge Nerd and politics bro is blessed by the Moon??? Celegorm is thr favoured hunter, and Aredhel Literally wears white and probably hunts with a silver bow just like him and Nolofinwes whole moon themed thing

But no. Its Maedhros. Ginger, tall, passionate, firey spirit Maedhros. Maedhros, who honestly is more sun themed than anything, especially with his name meaning Red Dawn--

And then it clicks, probably for Aredhel first, then Ambarussa, with Celegorm shaking his head no in disbelief as it finally hits him.

Fingon snaps at them, frustrated and worried and just wanting to know what the hell is going on with his Dearest Friend. So Aredhel, with a shit eating grin, tells him.

Tilion blessed Maedhros cause he looks like his crush

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

Tilion: Arien! Arien! Check this out!

Arien: Tilion-

Tilion: No because this time it's really cool!

Arien: No, Tilion, look-

Tilion: I know I say that every time but I promise this time it's really true!

Arien: TILION!

Tilion: Huh?

Arien: That's great, but you're scaring the incarnates!

Happy "Tilion gets over enthusiastic"/Eclipse day! If you're able to see it, make sure to use your eclipse glasses!

[that-angry-noldo]

not to spam you with asks but also I feel like you’re my girl for an Aerin x Tilion snippet during the war of wrath I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THEY WERE UP TO ❤️❤️

your wish is my command. hope you enjoy <3

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Aerin bends over the side of the boat, threading her fingers through the cold wind currents. "It's cloudy again," she remarks. "Do you think we'll need to clear out the clouds?"

Tilion looks from above, steadying the steering wheel. "Eh. No, I don't think so. As far as I can tell, they're not Morgoth's. If Manwë doesn't take care of his skies, I won't be doing it for him."

"Sad," Aerin sighs. "Clearing out the clouds is fun."

"It becomes boring after few decades of sailing."

"You become boring after few decades of sailing," Aerin rolls her eyes and walks away from the edge. She climbs up to where her husband is standing, and takes a deep breath. Up here, the stars are both close and distant; it takes a moment for her to tear her eyes aware from the skies and look back, down to earth.

They stand like that for a while, enjoying the silence. Aerin shivers under her cloak, and squints.

"Is that... a battle down there?"

"Huh? Where?"

"A bit to your left. I can't see as good as you so I'm not sure, though."

Tilion stares. He's quiet for a moment. Then, he perks up.

"Yes, there's a battle! Would you hold the wheel for me?"

"So you get all the fun?!" Aerin protests. Tilion is already by the ship's edge, and she takes a moment to fix the course and prevent the wheel from spinning before joining him. She squints again, but sees nothing except for ridiculously small figures - more bugs then people.

"That's Ingwion," Tilion says confidently, and jumps on the taffrail. "You see that golden blob? That's him."

Aerin sighs. "I need glasses," she says. "I can't see anything from here, it's all a blur. What are they into?"

Tilion tilts his head and reaches for his bow. "I think they were ambushed. There are too many of the enemy troops."

"Oh," Aerin says. "Are we going to do something?"

Tilion shoots her a wink. "Do you want to see me in action, beloved?"

"There are people dying, Tilion."

"And do you want me to help them die less?" Tilion grins and draws an arrow. "Let me show you why were they calling me Quickshot way back when."

Aerin watches as he takes aim. "Tilion," she says solemnly. "I'm going to remind you of that nickname every time we share a bed. There are so many jokes in my head, and not one of them is appropriate."

"Beloved, please focus. Look!"

He releases the arrow, and Aerin watches, mesmerized, as it shoots through the sky and disappears. Tilion remains still for a second, and then lets out a triumphant yell. "Perfect shot! Brillant shot, Aerin! Wait, wait, let me try once more- yes! Again! Are you proud of me, Aerin? Another one! I think I deserve a kiss for that. O-ho-ho! And that shot deserved domething more than a kiss, if you know what i mean-"

"Tilion, the only thing you're going to get are the dishes you still didn't wash," Aerin smirks, squinting into the distance. Tilion releases another arrow and turns to her, looking with sad eyes.

"What, not even a small kiss? The smallest kiss? The most petite smallish kiss from the beloved?"

"Mmm... let me think."

"No?"

"No," she grins, wrinkling her nose. Tilion groans and draws another arrow.

"You're the worst."

"But you love me."

"I do. Now, stop teasing me, beloved. I'm trying to win a battle here."

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

A fact/cheat sheet for the Maia Tilion. Instead of mentioning him as both guide and guardian of the moon, I wrote him mainly as a protector, with Ilinsor being the Ainu that guided the moon. More for Ilinsor are here and here and here.

Click to see clearer images. I'll be more than happy to do more detailed write ups/fics on any part, but will need time if it concerns hunts, battles, relationships with the other Ainur or elves.

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I've never heard anyone who thought the moon represents negative things. The moon has always been more associated with protection and balance. Guardian, knowledge, keeper of dreams. Silver was believed to be solid moonlight, hence why it's so effective against evil. Silver usually has a more positive association than gold. Silver is pure (which is why it's so effective against evil) whereas gold is a corrupting influence. I guess it could have negativity associated with it, but so does the sun - pride and arrogance, for example.

Plus, there are cultures with a male moon and female sun. The Norse. The Japanese. Egypt has male moon gods (but most of their gods are male in general....)

There's a reason the moon is associated with femininity, and it's in large part due to menstrual cycles.

Also, an association with dragons isn't necessarily a good thing. At least in most places in Europe.

Last night I remembered another of my favourite Tolkien wifeguy facts.

So in Western mythology we've often personified the Sun as masculine and the Moon as feminine. Off the top of my head: The Sun is associated with purity, reason, scholarship, illumination, constancy, dragons, gold, and masculinity. On the other hand, the Moon is associated with darkness, silver, impurity, flux, change, uncertainty, fickleness, and femininity.

You can see all this imagery being adopted, eg, in the Mozart opera THE MAGIC FLUTE, in which a benevolent scholar wizard (with solar imagery). straight up kidnaps the daughter of the evil, passionate Queen of the Night so that she can be properly educated in Enlightenment rationalism, purged of all those icky feminine night/lunar influences, and turned into a good submissive little wife for the scholar's young disciple. Guys the music slaps but the story is SO gross and misogynistic.

Anyway, what does this have to do with Tolkien? I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

In Middle-Earth, Tolkien does a GENDERSWAPPED Sun and Moon. The Sun is She, the Moon is He. And, like, it's not that he just thought "oh how can I make this mythology Different" - he really thought this through. In THE SILMARILLION, Tolkien tells us that the Sun and Moon are two vessels made from the last flower of Telperion and the last fruit of Laurelin, the Two Trees which once gave light to Valinor. Two Maiar were chosen to pilot these vessels. The pilot of the moon is Tilion, a hunter of Orome, and the pilot of the sun is Arien: "Arien the maiden was mightier than he", a spirit of fire whom I strongly suspect to be an unfallen Balrog.

Now, just as in our world, the Moon in Middle Earth has a reputation for waywardness and unreliability. Because, get this, apparently Tilion falls in love with Arien: "But Tilion was wayward and uncertain in speed, and held not to his appointed path; and he sought to come near to Arien, being drawn by her splendour, though the flame of Arien scorched him, and the island of the Moon was darkened."

And I just. Here's Tolkien, standing up in the face of centuries of unveiled misogynistic symbolism and saying, "oh, we've got two celestial entities, one of which is powerful and bold and glorious, and the other famous for being kind of lame in comparison? SOUNDS TO ME LIKE A SWAGLESS LOVER BOY ABANDONING HIS DUTIES TO WORSHIP HIS GODDESS. I MEAN OBVIOUSLY. WHAT ELSE COULD THE EXPLANATION BE"

[thesummerestsolstice]

Underrated Eldritch Peredhel: Earendil. Specifically, I love Earendil because he kind of starts out "normal," just being the child of an elf and a man. But then he marries the part-Maiarin Elwing, who's great-grandmother Melian affected her husband so much that he's described as being like a Maia lord afterwards. He steps foot on Aman, which in some of Tolkien's texts also physically changes him. He murders a giant dragon and doesn't die afterwards. He's nearly constantly exposed to the Silmaril. Like you know how Aman's light is supposed to be too much for mortals. And the SIlmarils have the remnants of Aman's light. And Earendil has mortal blood.

This is more headcanon but I also believe that no incarnate would naturally be able to do what Earendil does, sailing through the sky and void, possibly fighting the unknowable creatures in it. Varda had to give Earendil some power for him to be able to be Gil-Estel. I've also seen something about him being gifted wings but I forget where.

Just, imagine Earendil, the young sailor just setting out from Sirion, a man with elvish grace, or an elf with mannish features. And then imagine Gil-Estel, the warrior clad in dragon-scale armor, who's lived with the Silmaril for so long that the light shines from within him now. Who burns with Varda's hallowed radiance, so much that the creatures of the void can't even bear to look upon him. Who trails stardust and smiles with teeth that are just a bit too sharp. Who looks more in place aside Tilion and Arien than he does among elves or men.

I also firmly believe that Elrond was able to visit Earendil on the Vingelot– visiting a flying ship is much easier when you can turn into a bird, after all– and that the magic there also affected him, but that's a different post...

[doodle-pops]

When You Fake An Orgasm | The Ainur

A/N: I realised that I haven't been posting any Ainur content which is bad. Just the usual bunch, no Oromë, Ulmo, Ossë and Tulkas. Perhaps in a separate post, I'll write for them.

Warnings: fem!reader, bondage, rough sex, edging, overstimulation (multiple orgasms), orgasm denial, temperature play, asphyxiation, pet names (princess, dollface, doll), reader passing out, impact play

༻¨*:·Manwë

This Vala doesn’t play when it comes to you faking something he’s passionate about, and it was perhaps your worse mistake because he’ll keep you up all night to tire you out. Manwё doesn’t have a problem fucking it into your mind, so you never make the mistake again. It’s more pleasure for him.

For a moment, you felt smaller than normal under the scrutiny of his glare when you faked your moans and trembled your legs, acting all tired and sleepy. His thrusts slowed and his arms that gripped your thighs dropped them. One hand snaked easily up your torso and gripped your chin, forcing you to look him in his eyes while the other snatched your hands and pinned them above your head. In an instant, his pace picked back up but with more vigour and power, rocking the bed and trembling your bones. “Faking your orgasm with me princess…when I know exactly what this cunt feels like when it cums?” He laughed and scoffed.

Pulling himself off your sweaty body and straightening himself to prepare for the onslaughter he was about to deliver, it was alright if he ran late to his little meeting with Lord Námo. He had to teach you a lesson first. “If you wanted me to fuck you better, you simply had to ask. But for you little stunt, I’ll make you beg me to cum.” You couldn’t help but widen your eyes as the power of his thrusts increased making your eyes roll in the back of your head. The loud, whiney and pathetic moans that left your lips, begging him to slow down make him laugh. “M-Manwё…p-…please slow d-down, I’m s-sorry…ngghh. Won’t do it…again…” Kissing his teeth, he repositioned him, releasing your chin and pushing your legs over his shoulders, folding you into the bed. “Don’t complain, love, you asked for this, or would you rather me deny you?” Shaking your head frantically at the second option, you whined and begged him not to. “Good girl, consider this mercy with a warning…don't attempt this again.” With that, he kissed your lips and went to work with delivering all his promised overstimulation, sending you to sleep earlier than usual.

༻¨*:·Irmo

You are playing a dangerous game with his Vala who basically has a hand in manipulating sexual pleasure. Irmo isn’t going to let your little game go so easily, he’s holding it to his heart. So, tell me, why fake it? Do you like punishment?

“P-Please…I’m s-…sorry…” you hiccupped with tears streaming down the sides of your pretty face. You were tied to the bed after your little stunt while Irmo sat between your leg, torturously rubbing your clit, fingering and eating you out all that the same time, yet never giving you your release. Edging your for more than an hour, you were covered in a bucket of sweat, tears and hickeys. All the while, Irmo appeared pleased and smug at his artwork. His eyes glittered with affection the longer he stared at how desperately you were searching for your orgasm while he dangled it over your head on a string, out of reach.

“I’m s-…sorry,” he mocked with a laugh, “you sound so pathetic, princess. I thought you didn’t want an orgasm?” He shuffled closer, keeping his finger languorously rubbing circles on your clit, to kiss your forehead. He withheld four orgasms from you, and this was your fifth he was about to deny you. The silver-haired God who hovered over you with a sickeningly sweet and sadistic smile dragged his finger lower and slunk it into your hole and snickered when your eyes rolled back. For a moment, you assumed he was being merciful after the torturous hour he punished you for, but he was attempting to set a record. How long could he edge you for? “I-Irmo, please. I won’t do it again…p-promise,” you whined.

“Oh, I know you won’t because when I’m through, your pretty little brain will remember.”

༻¨*:·Námo

This man has patience, unlike any other being that exists. If you want to play that game with him, the challenge is accepted. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into because your pain is his pleasure.

Gasping and pretending to come down from your high, your body shook and trembled to display your orgasm washing over you. The soft moans that escaped your lips were still a sign of your lover’s cock thrusting deeper and moulding your insides. However, your lover who observed with judging eyes said nothing while you continued your performance. As a being of higher powe, it meant having proper control over his body, and Námo had no problem with showing you how skilled he was. Sighing, he easily gripped your hips, slid himself out to shuffle off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. With confusion in your eyes, you whined at him, demanding that he returned to finish what he started. “Námo, come back! I still need you!”

It was a lesson to remember when he brought out his ropes, tied you up and then relieved himself before your eyes. He was silent the entire time, enjoying the whines and cries for him to release and continue fucking you. Turning his head to silence your complaining, his viridian eyes bored into your frustrated ones and arched a single brow. Peace had settled over the room which allowed him the time to freshen up and redress. The entire time, he passed up and down your tied-up figure without batting an eyelash and focusing on himself. You looked like a spectacle tied to the bedhead, immobilised. Finished dressing, Námo headed to the door, not before giving you a warning. “Since you didn’t want a real orgasm, you can stay like that and enjoy your time without one until I have finished my duties. Contemplate on your wrongs.”

༻¨*:·Melkor

One word, incapacitated. Seriously, don’t play with something he’s passionate about, but then again, this is all gameplay for him. Something like foreplay, so he’ll consider this a warmup for the real course. However, he still wouldn’t take it lightly because he’s putting effort and time into making you cum.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” his deep voice rumbled throughout the room and shook your very fёa. Eyes widened and form trembling, you realised the mistake you made by playing a dangerous prank on him. He wasn’t going to take ‘it was just a joke’ as an excuse for something he was persistent and dedicated to achieving. You were insulting him, an absolutely disgraceful act to commit. Your stutters and words were stuck in your throat when he leaned closer and hovered watchfully as his hips stilled their motion. Melkor waited patiently for some justification for your little stunt—being benevolent just for this one moment. “I’m…I’m sorry—” your apology was cut off, him not wanting to hear the rest of the excuse.

“Of course you are sorry. My little one would never fake an orgasm, huh? Isn’t that so? Yes…” His words were patronising but his hips that regained their momentum and now pistoned in and out your heat were diabolical. Your legs went into a frenzy and began trembling while your nails dug deeply into his biceps. Whimpers and squeaks flew past your lips and incoherent mumblings floated through the air. His laughter at your pathetic state, drool everywhere, eyes rolled into your head and head lulled, echoed deeply in your mind. It screamed at you to never attempt such a challenge again. “Get it in your head dollface, you accept what I give you with gratitude or you get nothing at all,” he whispered against your cheek before dipping his head to attach his lips to your neck. Before the night was over, Melkor had stolen orgasms and given you so many, your body was sent into overstimulation until you passed out.

༻¨*:·Eönwë

He really couldn’t believe that you would go to great lengths and refuse to inform him that he isn’t fucking your right. Like why couldn’t you just tell him he wasn’t doing something right? Was communicating so difficult?

Gripping the sheets for dear life, a sharp moan slipped past your lips when a firm hand came down on your ass, leaving it bright red. Your body was being tossed around like a ragdoll and there wasn’t anything you could do or say. All you had to do was lie there and take all the rough fucking that Eӧnwё was giving. You could feel the anger and pain in his grip and voice when he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Is this enough, or am I still not fucking you right? Hmm? Don’t run from me Y/N…” he growled when you arched from a powerful thrust he sent your way, sending your body jerking out of his hold. He was feral and his avian side was acting up at the fact that his mate was lying for a serious matter. “What’s the matter, can’t talk like earlier and tell me I’m fucking you right?!”

Your eyes rolled at the same time your head dropped into the mattress to hide your whimpers, but he wasn’t having any of that. His right hand reached out to snatch your hair and yank your head upwards so he could hear your cries. “Is this what you wanted?” you could hear the faint traces of his avian side slipping into the mix. If it did, you were in trouble. Eӧnwё’s avian side never took these things for granted, and you were sure from the rate his thrusts were developing, it was there. Pressing his body against yours, his left hand wedged itself between your legs to rub your clit, pinching the little nub and laughing at your pleas. “I’m feeling to deny you right now, but I want to fuck you senseless at the same time for using me. I bet you would love that, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t cum tonight while I get my fill.” Seems like his avian side was surely there and you weren’t getting any sleep.

༻¨*:·Tilion

He’s angry at himself for not being able to realise that he wasn’t pleasuring you right to the point you had to fake it, but…he isn’t entirely your himbo who’s going to cry in a corner about it. Tilion will take matters into his hand and make you remember to never pull that stunt again.

Looking up at his face when you decided to open your eyes after pretending to suffer the effects of an orgasm, Tilion’s eyes were sharp and narrowed. “You really think that after all these years of fucking this cunt, I won’t know what it feels like?” A hand had snaked its way up your body to wrap around your throat and apply pressure while the other came down to slap the inner of your thigh. His hips ceased their thrusting, and his cock stilled its movement in your cunt, though he could feel the desperation of your walls fighting to clamp around him. The little flexing of your muscles to retain what little pleasure you could find to satisfy your cunt caused him to look down and tauntingly laugh. “You want my cock so badly after your little stunt? Brats like you don’t deserve my cock or to cum.”

Flashing a look of apology and whining, you pleaded with him to have mercy and cried even moving when he slipped out. In a flash, you were on your knees with your ass high in the air and a loud smack echoed. You could barely comprehend the next round of actions since everything happened so quickly. The feeling of his weight pressing on top of you, immobilising you while driving his cock into your deeper was euphoric, but he found it better to deny you your orgasms. Refusing to rub your clit, and using your body to get himself off, he wanted to teach you a lesson. “Til-…Tilion please, let me c-cum!” He enjoyed listening to the sounds of your begging, the desperation in your cries, but he wasn’t giving in so easily. “Are you sure about that? You didn’t want to earlier. Be a good little girl and take what I give you.”

༻¨*:·Mairon

He’s gonna do the same thing as Námo and Irmo. You are really in for it and was simply setting yourself up for torture. You’re not going to be getting released because he’s evil like that.

You couldn’t say or do anything as you found yourself tied up and dangling from the chandelier in your shared chambers. Not too high off the ground, but just low enough for your toes to touch and fight to grip the carpet. The flaming red-headed Maia stood before you no longer naked but dressed in simple trousers and robes leaving him shirtless for you to marvel at his lithe physique. There was an increase in the room's temperature, more heated than anything leaving a sheen of sweat to coat your skin which Mairon took advantage of. Ice. He ran the light cube over your erogenous zones, close enough to gain whiny, high-pitched squeals and pleas from you. “Why should I stop? I’ve been wanting to experiment for a long time—I’ve found the perfect moment to practice. Don’t interrupt me!” he warned.

Clearly not pleased with your stunt earlier. Your orgasms were an art form he described to be perfection to the highest degree. Something that took care and time…and then you faked one before the eyes of a perfectionist. Nothing ever went without punishment, and what better way to punish you than to give you what you were demanding. “Don’t cry, you asked for this. If you had only been a good little doll for me, I would have spoiled you tonight… Now don’t squirm, I want to see how long you can take being denied before you learn your place.” His hands were chilled from gripping the ice and now running over the expanse of your skin, tickling, rubbing and touching everywhere far too light to relieve the ache. “Are you going to be good and let me have me way after your little stunt? Of course, you are, it’s the only way to cum.”

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[tolkienfamilyweek]

Hello everyone!

This year we are back with Tolkien Family Week, an event dedicated to showing appreciation for familiar relationships in Tolkien's work - be it The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion or beyond.

Below is a list of non-mandatory prompts to take some inspiration from:

Day One Parent-child relationship - From Lúthien and Dior to Samwise and Elanor, on this day we encourage you to explore the relationships between mothers and fathers and sons and daughters!

Day Two Siblings - Tolkien presents us with many pairs of siblings throughout all the ages of Arda. This day is devoted to relationships between brothers and sisters, such as Fili and Kili or Galadriel and Finrod.

Day three Extended Family - Cousins, uncles, nieces, grandparents. Family trees goes beyond the traditional household members. Finwë with his numerous grandchildren, Théoden with Éomer and Éowyn - this day is dedicated to them.

Day Four Cut Ties - Families can break apart. Disagreements, rivalries, separation, death - their presence is a never-leaving shadow in Arda. One only has to look at the likes of Fëanor and Fingolfin.

Day Five Found Family - Families can break apart, yes, but at other times, they can also be in found in unlikely places. From kidnap fam to adopted distant cousins, this day is for exploring them.

Day Six Ancestors and their Legacy - Every family has its roots somewhere. On this day we look back to where the great families in Tolkien's works came from and what those ancestors left behind for their descendants.

Day Seven Freeform - Did we forget about something or is there a prompt you want to revisit? Feel free to use this day for any family related content!

The week will run during the last seven days of November 2023 - 20th to 26th - and will be hosted by @tilions and @armenelols. We will operate in a mixture of queued posts and direct reblogs.

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All kind of content is appreciated - edits, art, writing, headcanons, analysis, let your imagination run wild

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[heavenlayt]

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ㅤㅤㅤ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 ❜࿔ 

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· ⊰ synopsis. what happens when the ainur catch you indulging yourself? ( minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ explicit descriptions ៸៸ dirty talk ៸៸ fingering ៸៸ cunnilingus ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ៸៸ overstimulation ៸៸ edging ៸៸ use of aphrodisiacs ៸៸ nicknames ៸៸ orgasm denial )

· ⊰ note. oh this has been awhile in the making, enjoy<3

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[cilil]

Whenever I read about Tilion fighting those shadow spirits I picture him lowering his bow, looking at Arien and waving right after he's done, making sure she saw his cool moves

[urwendii]

Arien Headcanons

you know what i rave about her all the time here or over discord but ive never done this and it must be fixed.

- Arien was the 2nd fire spirit of the Maiar to be made.

- She is one of the Higher Maiar - one of the 6 most powerful of the Maiar order ( Mairon, Eönwë, Ossë, Arien, Ilmarë, Melian)

- During the Discord while Melkor was rallying fire spirits to his cause (after taking note on how powerful they were) he noticed Arien but she turned him off. (vibe check came back wrong).

- Despite popular belief she is a Celestial Maia, initially a Maia of Varda but was loaned to the service of Vána due to her affinity with nurturing the golden flowers of the Valië. Later in Valinor she officially entered her service when she was the only Maia with a close affinity with Laurelin whose blazing light did not bother her.

- She was one of the most enthusiast Ainu to bring the Quendi to Valinor. Something that later tasted like cruel irony when she realised her own light was too much for them to be in her company for too long (+ the accidental retinal damages). Due to this she felt isolated and tried to dim herself, to no avail.

- Before her departure to Endórë, Melian and her were great friends. Arien slightly resented her for staying in Middle-Earth, not understanding Melian's choice.

- Despite being kind and cheerful, Arien - as any fire spirits - has a temper you should not try to ignite (rip Melkor's epidermal<- he deserves it). She is also quite stubborn and independent.

- She had a close friendship with Mairon as one of the only fire spirits that understand her, and was heartbroken when his allegiances changed.

- She is the one who nurtured and grew the last fruit of Laurelin after its discovery.

- From her solar position she actually can look into the Void. Both her and Eärendil will be the first aware when Melkor will finally break the Doors of the Night.

- She is well aware of Tilion's feelings for her but does not reciprocate outside of friendship.

- no she doesn't have the same red hair as Mairon, actually hers is strawberry blonde thank you very much.

- in a polyamorous relationship with Mairon & Eönwë.

[tanoraqui]

My best later-Ages Valinor headcanon is actually about the Falases. See, seashores are a very common place for Elves to settle—the Music that lingers in water and Ulmo himself are always welcoming. So there are a lot of Elvish settlements around the world called “The Shore” (S. “Falas”) in various languages.

Then everyone ends up in Aman and wants to recreate their homelands, in name if nothing else. Aman has more places called “New [X]” than a list of USAmerican states.

By the late Third Age, there are 4 major oceanside settlements in Aman. The first is Annufalas (Sindarin: “western shore”), on the shores to the north of Alqualondë verging into the barren Araman. It was by the newly exiled Falathrin of Beleriand, the Sailed and the reborn (those who stayed in Middle Earth were also, of course, exiled from their sunken homeland).

The second to be founded is called Sunset Shore in the language of its people, the Oarundilai (“Friends of the Sun”). “Sunset” in their language is synonymous with “west.” It is on the opposite side of the continent of Aman. The Oarundilai are Elves who lived on the thin, mountainous continent that clings (clung) to the far eastern edge of Aman, over which the rises (once rose) first every day. They saw Arien in all her glory more closely than any other and loved her, and she saw their waving hands and heard their songs and loved them in turn—though, focused on her task, she did little more than smile down upon them. It was wayward Tilion the Moon—also seen closely, though less revered—he totally agreed—who came down from the sky one night after the Banishment of Morgoth and shared the open invitation which Eonwë had just spoken to the survivors of the war of Wrath: Sailing, eternal peace, not fading sadly with the ever-changing Ages, etc…and waving and singing to Arien as she swooped low on the opposite side of Arda as well, that she of whom so many avoided direct sight might have that extra measure of joy in company. Many agreed, and found equal happiness in their new home as in their old.

(And they still do, for the Sun and Moon and Evening Star can still swoop low over Aman as they no longer can over the rest of Arda, after the Changing of the World.)

The third and fourth major shorelands of Aman were founded by elves who were sister-peoples in mortal Arda. In the southern hemisphere, the great landmass whose northern part is Middle Earth stretches down toward the continent which takes up much of the southern hemisphere, including the southernmost part of Arda (now the "south pole", in Arda Rounded.) Elves inhabit both, having sailed from the northern to the southern - and so there was once a thriving people on the southernmost tip of the great northern continent who called their land "The Shore", and a thriving people on the northern edge of the southern continent who called themselves "Southshore."

These peoples must Sail as much north as west to reach Aman. So when they began to arrive, they called their new home "Northshore", despite it being on the southern end of Aman. It was north to both Southshore and The Shore, after all.

However, some people of Southshore missed the more frigid regions of their homeland, which even the southernmost parts of Aman don't fully recreate. So they moved all the way across the continent to the farthest north, where there was as much ice as land, and became New Southshore.

Some years after this, the Oarundilai of Sunset Shore renamed their city to Sunrise-and-Set Shore, often "Sunrise Shore" for short (directionally: "East-and-West Shore", or "East Shore"). Because the Changing of the World meant that even in Aman, both sunrise and sunset now happened in equal intensity no matter where one lived, and also because they had a great sense of humor.

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