#trsb fic

[temporoyales]

beneath the silver shroud

My yearly art done in collab with @zealouswerewolfcollector for @tolkienrsb 2024 edition! Really excited to reveal the art of Fingolfin and the Helcaraxë crossing alongside the fic that will accompany it with my lovely cowriter!

You can read the fic here when it goes live alongside the rest of the collection on AO3 on the 6th of September 2024- I hope everyone is excited to read this wonderful fic!! <3

[thesummerestsolstice]

Currently working on an AU where Finwe, Miriel, and Indis were all together before Feanor was born, so even though Miriel still dies after childbirth, Feanor always views Indis as his other mother and doesn't have any problems with his siblings.

And at first, I was a little worried, because how am I going to start the plot if Feanor isn't being paranoid about his brother trying to usurp him?

Anyway then I realized that a Feanor and Fingolfin who got along would cause far more problems. For everyone else, that is. They're no longer keeping each other busy by arguing, they've combined forces... Mad scientist older brother and politically savvy younger brother. I feel like this might actually be worse for the Valar. It's definitely worse for Morgoth.

Don't get me started on what happens when this verse's Galadriel decides that Feanor is a great role model and starts asking him for advice.

[piyo13sdoodles]

TODAY'S THE DAY!!! art pieces for @tolkienrsb with @welcomingdisaster! you can read the wonderful ladyhawke!russingon au feat. fingalad!philippe HERE and you can see the promo post with a summary and tags and everything HERE!!!!!!!!!

[lycheesodas]

Rising as if Weightless | A @tolkienrsb collaboration between @starspray and yours truly! 🤍🕊

“Oh,” Elwing said faintly. She felt the need to sit down, but locked her knees against it. “Then—have they been released from Mandos, my lord? I had not heard that you came in person to deliver such news.” “They have not, not yet,” said Námo, and to Elwing’s surprise his mouth softened into a small smile, there and gone again in the blink of an eye. “Your brothers are still very young; Mandos is not a place for children to grow. They are ready to return to the world, but unlike most others who pass through my halls they cannot make the journey across Valinor alone. Come to the gates of my halls with all swiftness, and you will find your brothers there.” He inclined his head, and was gone.

I am so honored to have my art chosen by one of my favorite writers (and favorite Elwing writer at that!) Thanks so much for being patient with me as I struggle with this artwork :')

Also! Funny story but I based this on one of the prompts on the suggestion sheet and that very prompter ended up picking this art to write for 😆 And I only found out before posting this 😶

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[wanderer-clarisse]

Eärendil and Elwing, my first ever fanart submission for @tolkienrsb! here is the fic written by the wonderful @grundyscribbling!

[sauroff]

And my second entry for this year's @tolkienrsb

Art by me

Fic by: NIQtraust

FIC LINK

"The Elfstone: or, how Annatar caused some murders in Eregion"

Summary:

Murders begin occuring in Ost-in-Edhil. Celebrimbor is on the case, but between him, Annatar, and a grumpy coroner, can they solve these crimes?

Murder mystery set in the Second Age, featuring silvergifting, jealousy, and the Elessar.

Full info below the cut!

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien

Relationships: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar/Sauron | Mairon, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Elrond Peredhel, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Original Elf Character(s)

Characters: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Sauron | Mairon, Annatar (Tolkien), Original Elf Character(s), Elrond Peredhel, Ereinion Gil-galad

Additional Tags: Murder Mystery, Graphic Description of Corpses, Murder, Blood, Suicide attempt ish? he can't actually die and he knows that, but it's still sort of a suicide, Second Age (Tolkien), Manipulation, Established Relationship, Elrond & Celebrimbor Are Cousins, Crime Scenes, The Elessar | The Elfstone (Tolkien), Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, No reveal that annatar is sauron, (he still is sauron. other characters just don’t learn this), Cuddling

Word count: 10.1k

[curiouselleth]

I'm thrilled to to share my @tolkienrsb collaboration with @naryaflame! Narya's fic features "elven social history, in-world meta, and an OC scholar learning more than he bargained for!" It is absolutely AMAZING, check it out!

A chance encounter in the library leads a young scholar to friends and discoveries he didn't expect.

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Relationships: Minor or background relationships

Characters: Original character(s), Caranthir, Finrod

Word count: 6,054

Read it here on Ao3!

And you can find the full artwork, "Untitled Map of Beleriand" here!

[melestasflight]

Little Idril gives Turgon the first chamomile flowers in @that-angry-noldo's Flowers sprang beneath his marching feet for @tolkienrsb

This heart-wrenching fic of the arrival of Fingolfin's host to Beleriand and the main art will be revealed tomorrow, September 8, 2023!

Fic snippet below the cut.

Turukáno looked away. Itarillë ran up to him, and her face was bright. She was holding a white flower in her hands, her eyes gleaming with warmth and happiness. Turukáno smiled and tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear. A camomile, he explained, mind to mind, and her features lit up. It grows in great numbers during the spring.  Itarillë beamed and ran off, and Turukáno followed her with a soft, fond gaze. He looked back to Findaráto and noticed the same tenderness on his features. “Children,” Findaráto murmured. “In Aman we thought them a blessing; a gem to carve, a fruit to reap. Now, though, I look at your daughter and feel - hope. Your father,” he said, and looked at Turukáno again, “might feel like he lost that. What is the meaning of trying to go on if you have lost the one whose eyes gleamed with fire, who looked forth through the veil of the unending snow and said, “I see hope; I see life; I see, far away, the warmth and the peace that awaits us”? And now, that hope lies buried under the ground, and all we can do is - remember.”

From Flowers sprang beneath his marching feet

[i-did-not-mean-to]

TRSB24 - The Hunt

Artist: @ismeneee (Art Link; go comment and reblog!!!)

Author: @i-did-not-mean-to

Rating: T

Words: 5,1k

Pairing: Celegorm & Curufin

In a mad dash through the forest, Celegorm and Curufin do their best to win the familial hunting contest. Will their ingenuity and complicity prevail?

A story of fraternal trust, self-doubt, and ambition focusing on these two sly savages.

Link: The Hunt

(The fics will be revealed on the 6th of September, please be patient)Hint

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

247 words, T

Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism and self-cannibalism

On Ao3

“Here, let me,” Fingon said.

He took the knife from Maedhros’s unsteady left hand and sliced the apple in half. He gave one half to Maedhros and bit into the other one.

“Rescued again,” Maedhros teased. “This time without losing a limb.”

Fingon grimaced and noisily swallowed the apple.

“I have not apologized for it,” he said. “Believe me, if there were any other way—”

“Oh, I know. No great loss. That hand would never be of use again anyway.”

Fingon looked thoughtfully at the apple. “I meant to ask,” he said. “What happened to it? It looked… ravaged.”

“Well, I am sure you noticed there was not much to eat on the mountain,” Maedhros said. “The fingers were weakened and easy to bite off.”

Fingon slowly chewed the apple. “I see,” he said.

Maedhros tilted his head. “You do not look as horrified as I thought you would be. Have you also chanced to consume your own body parts?”

“Not my own.”

“Oh.”

“I suppose we should be grateful for the apple,” Fingon said after a pause. “Even if it is sour.”

“I am," Maedhros said. "My fingers were not as fresh. I would be even more grateful if you brought me another one, seeing that you ate half of mine.”

“Of course.” Fingon rose to his feet. “We cannot have you bite off the fingers of your only remaining hand, can we?”

Maedhros snorted and tossed the last bit of the apple into his mouth.

[a-tehta]

SSP: The Tunnel

Here is the second of my TRSB treats. i will not quote it, as it is very short, anyway. It's the last meeting of Glorfindel and Ecthelion, during the attack on Gondolin. And you know how most of my stories are humour? This one is not.

[kathrins-sketchbook]

The Prodigal Daughter (TRSB 2023)

Pencil drawing, digital colouring. Art #14 in the 2023 Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang. Below, find info & the link to the beautifully written exploration of the death of Thain Lalia Took, by my author LadyBrooke on Ao3. This "lost event" in the background of the Lord of the Rings has fascinated me for years now.

Pearl understood why they suspected her after Lalia's death. That didn't mean it wasn't painful to see the suspicion, even from her own family.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Category: Gen Characters: Lalia Clayhanger Took, Pearl Took, Paladin Took II, Pippin Took, Background & Cameo Characters, Eglantine Banks Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Complicated Relationships, Trauma, Family, Rumors, embedded art, Mentions of Starvation, Discussion of the Fell Winter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49794613

@tolkienrsb

[rauko-creates]

Artist: @kerkusa

Author: @rauko-creates

Beta Reader: @petrichoravellichor

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Fic Info:

Title: With You, Here After the End Word Count: 17k Rating: Teen & Up Relationships: Frodo/Sam/Rose, Minor Gandalf/Círdan Characters: Sam Gamgee, Frodo Baggins, Rosie Cotton, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Tom Cotton (the elder), Lily Brown Cotton, Gandalf, Bilbo Baggins, Galadriel, Círdan Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Canon Divergent, Polyamory, Fix-It, the hobbits have PTSD Summary: Sam and Frodo return to the Shire; they've survived (though not unscathed), and now Sam is faced with a dilemma: He loves Rosie, always has, and that remains true...but it is no longer the whole truth — he loves Frodo, too. Meanwhile, along with the trauma from their quest, Frodo grapples with his own feelings for Sam and his growing affection for Rose, while doing his best to stay out of their way for what he thinks is their sake. Rose knows that they're all better together and is doing her best to make Sam and Frodo see it, too, before it's too late.

I am so grateful to have been able to work with @kerkusa in this round of the @tolkienrsb. Could not have asked for a better partner. Massive thanks to the Mods for being ever awesome and to Petra for being ever patient and amazing 💚

[thelordofgifs]

Happy Tumblr Milestone Saturday, congrats!!!

If you're up for a fic prompt, any thoughts on Maedhros playing a musical instrument?

Yikes so sorry this took three months to get to! Thank you for the prompt friend <3

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“I think,” says Maedhros, “I should learn to play the harp.”

Maglor stops what he is doing and stares at him. “Nelyo.”

“What?” Maedhros says mildly. “It is a key part of my own history.”

Maglor’s face twists in distress. He turns his gaze back to his work, organising the little bottles of medicines and salves on the table.

“The fiddle, otherwise,” Maedhros suggests. “Or the flute?”

Maglor makes a small, unhappy sound, quickly stifled. That is not what Maedhros wanted. There were few memories he dared cling to, in Angband, scared that in turning them over too often he would rub away the details, or else that they would be snatched perforce from his mind; but he does remember the clear bright sound of Maglor’s laugh, which rang so often and easily through the streets of Tirion. He has not heard it once since his return.

Hard enough to realise he does not know himself any longer – but to find his little brother a stranger is nigh unbearable.

“I was joking, Káno,” he says. “I know I cannot play with only one hand.”

“Oh,” says Maglor. He smiles bravely, although his eyes are wet. “I knew that.”

“Come and sit,” Maedhros says, and then flinches – it sounds like an order, and what right has he to give orders?

But Maglor sets aside his fidgeting and sits down in the chair next to Maedhros’ bed. He always balances the distance perfectly, close enough for Maedhros to see him without straining his neck, far enough away that the proximity does not frighten him. Today, however, Maedhros wants his brother near. He reaches out to take Maglor’s hand in his.

“I miss you,” he says, and then, “I miss me.”

“I know, Nelyo,” Maglor breathes.

“Shall it never again be as it was?” Maedhros asks.

“I think not,” says Maglor, “and yet—” He swallows. “I am glad that you are back, Nelyo.” His eyes bleed apologies.

“Sometimes,” Maedhros says dreamily, “I think I am still there, and it was only some facsimile of me that Thorondor bore back.” Maglor takes a breath and Maedhros adds, “I know that it is not true. My old self was lost long before Finno came.”

“Nelyo,” Maglor says miserably.

“Now I have upset you,” Maedhros says. Tentatively, he lifts his hand to Maglor’s cheek, and Maglor does not flinch in disgust from his touch. “And I only wanted to make you laugh.”

Maglor smiles wryly. “Laughter is in rather short supply, these days,” he says.

Maedhros has known that to be true for himself. But he did not think—

"Is the world so changed?" he asks. "Are you so changed, dearest?"

Maglor lowers his gaze. He looks rather ashamed.

"I should not have left you," Maedhros murmurs.

Maglor meets his eyes again, startled. "How you can say that!" he says. "When I—"

Maedhros touches his cheek again. "All the same," he says, "it has been hard for you."

"Nelyo, that is absurd," Maglor says. "You cannot possibly blame yourself that I grieved you – and while you were living all the time!" He smiles again, bitterly.

Was I? thinks Maedhros. But aloud he says, "Káno, I – I barely recognise anything of myself. May I not – at the very least – remain your elder brother?"

"You are always that," Maglor says, blinking away his tears.

"Then come here," says Maedhros, and he pulls Maglor into a hug, and does not shudder to feel his body so close; so there is still this. And if Maglor is a stranger to him now he still lays his head on Maedhros' good shoulder as he used to when he was very small, and they sit that way for a while.

It cannot last forever – Maedhros is too weak to sit upright for long. Eventually, Maglor lowers him carefully down onto his pillows and fetches the evening round of medicines, and once again he becomes the carer and Maedhros the patient. He is still very gentle, as he coaxes the bitter concoctions into Maedhros, and changes the dressings on his wrist. So perhaps the world is not so changed.

***

The next morning, Maglor is carrying his harp when he comes into the tent. He looks pensive, but not unhappy, and he smiles to see Maedhros awake.

"Have you come to play for me?" Maedhros asks.

"Yes, if you would like me to," says Maglor; "but first I thought you could try playing it yourself, if you want to."

Maedhros blinks at him. "Káno, I only have one hand."

"I can teach you some simple melodies," says Maglor, and then he looks uncertain. "But we don't have to – if you would rather I played instead—"

"I'd like you to teach me," Maedhros says gently. (That was interrupting – they will punish him for speaking out of turn – no, it is Maglor, it is Maglor who loves him. Maedhros knows that.)

Maglor brings the harp over to the bed and sits down beside it. He reaches for Maedhros’ hand. “May I?” And when Maedhros nods, he places Maedhros’ fingers on the harp, and teaches him the name of each string in turn.

It turns out to be possible to pluck out a simple little melody on the harp, even with Maedhros’ numb and clumsy fingers. Eventually, Maglor stops guiding his hand and accompanies him instead, smiling encouragingly as he does so; and the sound of the music is very sweet. And when Maedhros deliberately botches the tune, moving his fingers quickly across the strings in a rapid, messy glissando, Maglor's laugh is sweeter yet.

[lycheesodas]

a place where both our hearts may rest | A @tolkienrsb collaboration between @maironsbigboobs and yours truly! This is the first of two art pieces I submitted this year :3

Summary: He remembered how they had once desired glory. How they had once wanted to take part in great deeds. And how that battle had ended in nothing but betrayal and bloodshed. No, Mablung did not wish to be a warrior any longer – he longed for his books and journals, for the comfort of song and the company of friends. Beleg exhaled deeply. “We will not be soldiers again; not captains, not lords, only Beleg and Mablung.” - Beleg and Mablung survived the First Age. In search of a better future, they set off on an exploration of Eriador, but peace is not always easy to find. Word Count: 16,831 Rating: E Characters: Beleg Cúthalion, Mablung of Doriath Relationships: Beleg Cúthalion/Mablung of Doriath Additional Tags: Second Age Road Trip Memory, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of canon events and deaths

I will never skip out on an opportunity to draw Beleg and Mablung, my best boys and OTP 😌💕 I've always wondered how things might turn out for them had they survived.. And Heather my fellow Beleg enjoyer (some might say THE Beleg enjoyer) was the perfect writer for this!! They're living their best cottagecore life in this fic, while interacting with a charming cast of character both familiar and original :D

Thank you so much for putting up with my silly little requests throughout the process 🥺 I hope you enjoyed writing for them as much as I did drawing this. And dear (future) readers, I hope you enjoy reading this, too! 💐🌸🌱

Plus, look out for extra doodles from me soon 👀

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[maironsbigboobs]

View the full art by @bloodwingblackbird here!

from flowering niphredil

- a @tolkienrsb fic by ohboromir (@maironsbigboobs)

and there in the forest of Neldoreth Lúthien was born, and the white flowers of niphredil came forth to greet her as stars from the earth Lúthien, and how the world sees her.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 7015

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen & F/F

Relationships: Lúthien & Melian ,Thingol & Lúthien, Galadriel/Lúthien, Galadriel & Lúthien

Additional Tags: Character Study, Light Luthien/Galadriel