#tyelomion

[mag-lore]

Fallen Banners (Celebrimbor x Maeglin)

Pride edit requests open🏳️‍🌈

[whovianofmidgard]

Six Sentences

Thank you @thescrapwitch for tagging me! I'm currently on vacation this week, and the wifi is a bit spotty here, but I'm doing my best to sneak in some writing when I can, primarily finishing up Light Touched and working on some Silm Smut week prompts. Here's a bit of Celebrimbor/Maeglin playing with hair and some flower language:

So much of himself was conveyed with simpy just his hair. It was overwhelming, the power Celebrimbor had over him, to be able to spill his secrets for everyone to see with a few twists of his tresses and a well placed trinket here and there.

"And the hair clips," Maeglin asked, now holding that warm, clever hand in his own, a cheek pressed against calloused fingers. "What kind of flower are they?"

"Ithilloth," Celebrimbor answered. "They're night blooming flowers, and for that they are seen as mysterious. Yet, they are also a reminder that there can still be beauty found even in the darkest of times. Quite a romantic flower, if you ask me."

no pressure tags: @meadowlarkx @thecoolblackwaves @dreamingthroughthenoise @deadqueernoldor @chthonion @jouissants

[arofili]

Maeglin/Celebrimbor + 28?

“I thought this was supposed to be happy,” Maeglin said from the shadows.

Celebrimbor sighed, laying a hand on his shoulder. Maeglin repressed the urge to flinch away, reminding himself that this was Tyelpë, who ment such gestures genuinely. He was safe with Tyelpë, even amid...all this.

“In this family, any reunion is bound to result in trouble,” Celebrimbor said. “Even having only met Turukáno and Itarillë, surely you must have known that.”

Maeglin shrugged, letting himself lean against his friend for support. It was nice, to have someone like Celebrimbor to rely on. He hadn’t known it could be this nice.

“I’d hoped...” Maeglin grimaced. More fool him for hoping at all. All that time in Mandos had made him soft. “Well, I’d hoped the others would be different. I didn’t expect my mother to be the one causing the trouble...”

“Well, she and my uncle and father have...unfinished business,” Celebrimbor explained. “I know you said she spoke fondly of them, when you were young, but...it’s still complicated.”

“Well, however unhappy this family reunion is, it’s still worlds better than Nan Elmoth,” Maeglin muttered.

“And it’s better for me that you are here,” Celebrimbor murmured, and kissed him softly in the darkness, where no one else could see.

[solmarillion]

tyelomion

pocky game ask meme

maeglin may be incredibly awkward around others but he is also very determined to win. he goes for the jugular and takes celebrimbor by surprise.

[finmoryo]

Thinking about my OC Elach Maicamírë, daughter of Celebrimbor and ftm trans Maeglin as Gil-galad. Maeglin nearly dies giving birth to her (Míriel situation, Celebrimbor is heartbroken) and gives her the name Elach when he sees a vision, but forgets it when he wakes up from his traumatic birth coma a couple months later (Elrond managed to soothe his spirit or something idk yet). He is horrified to relive the vision when she burns alive and can do nothing but watch and remember what he named her.

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Et adducam te super terram meam

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pmRc03

by pomegranatecountry

After the exile of Curufin and Celegorm from Nargothrond in F.A. 465, Celebrimbor goes to Gondolin.

Title from Biblia Vulgata Ezechiel 38:16

Words: 3241, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Maeglin | Lómion, Orodreth | Artaresto, Finduilas Faelivrin, Turgon of Gondolin, Idril Celebrindal, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Background & Cameo Characters

Relationships: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar/Maeglin | Lómion, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: First Age, Nargothrond, Gondolin, Celebrimbor in Gondolin, tyelomion is something that is so important to me, Family Drama, References to Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Lovers, or i mean, cousins to lovers, Sindarin names, Quenya Names, Elf Language Politics, Mutual Pining, Eventual Fluff, Celebrimbor is a bit of a mess before we get there, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, (for now) - Freeform, (until Maeglin betrays Gondolin), (but we won't go that far here), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Age Difference

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pmRc03

[melestasflight]

This is an extremely cool topic and one of the reasons Turgon is such a compelling character - he welcomes those who need refuge despite his isolationist politics.

A couple of fics dealing with this:

Politics, War and Love - deals with the return of the Gondolindrim from the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and Lalwen and her people (who fought under Fingon's banner) finding a new place.

We Meet Again, and I Cannot Find You - Celebrimbor and survivors from Nargothrond take refuge in Gondolin upon Turgon's bidding. Implied Tyelomion.

Because the Nolofinwëan Week, I thought of something, during Turgon's escape, it wasn't just the Gondolin's army, he also took with him to the city the survivors and several members of the Fingon's army, right? This is an interesting thing, for the first time Gondolin has several new citizens, perhaps several non-Noldor and no one is allowed to return the their home? I admit that now I'm thinking about them, and that there isn't any fanfic about this? The survivors of Fingon's army in Gondolin?

You know, I am far from a Nolofinwean expert but I am delighted to be a sounding board for your thoughts, Anon! 😄 Full disclosure, I consulted with @melestasflight on your ask.

The Silmarillion does indeed say that, in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad chapter:

Then Turgon took the counsel of Húrin and Huor, and summoning all that remained of the host of Gondolin and such of Fingon’s people as could be gathered he retreated towards the Pass of Sirion.

It is interesting! I don't read much fic about Gondolin (though that might change, I feel my Turgon era coming on...), but I have encountered fic and headcanons that use this bit of canon as a way to get characters like Celebrimbor or Lalwen into Gondolin as part of Turgon's retreat.

Anyone have recs for fics focusing on the survivors of Fingon's army in Gondolin for Anon? Or have headcanons to share?

[busymagpie]

Riding

Two smiths working together ;)

[carnethyne]

Tyelpe and Lomion ⚒

[cinnasscribbles]

A few months before the attack, reality begins to catch up to Maeglin. Celebrimbor doesn’t know what has his friend so distressed— and he can’t quite find the words to either comfort him or question him.

[kaiartx]

maeglin surprised tyelpe in the forge and couldn’t stop staring 😳

[ambarto]

Honestly the most entertaining thing about Celebrimbor/Maeglin as a pairing is that it’s pairing up the nicest, most morally sound Feanorian with the only Nolofinwean to go down in history as a fucking asshole

[arofili]

Tonight's Special

for moiety!!

[ao3] - rated E; 1.4k words; Celebrimbor/Maeglin/Finduilas

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His grandfather would be rolling in his grave, Celebrimbor thought, if he’d had one. As it was, he was grateful Fëanor had instead burned to ash. It saved him the trouble of combusting in rage now, with his only grandson in bed with the scions of both his bastard half-brothers.

Both his lovers were unfairly slim, unfairly beautiful. Celebrimbor could wrap them both in his arms and hold them close without squishing them overmuch; his hands—so much bigger than theirs—were the ideal size to cup Finduilas’ perfect breast and close his fist around Maeglin’s perfect cock. But though they were small in comparison to him, neither were content to simply let him toss them around, and he was grateful indeed for their strong wills.

“Alright,” Finduilas said as her néri disrobed her. “Tonight, I have something special in mind. It will be like this: Lómion, you inside me, and Tyelpë, you inside of him.”

Celebrimbor pouted. “What if I wanted to get fucked?” he complained. “Cannot Lómion and I switch places?”

“No,” Finduilas said primly, kicking her dress onto the floor and parting her legs to reveal a neat thatch of golden hair on her mound. Celebrimbor could already smell her desire. “I want his pretty little cock in me, and I want to feel it as you fuck him into me.”

Maeglin’s fair complexion darkened as he flushed. “As you say, Princess,” he agreed, his breeches slightly tented. Celebrimbor shrugged, and reached down to capture him in a kiss, reaching down to fondle his growing erection. Maeglin whimpered most pleasingly, and Celebrimbor ground against his ass eagerly.

“He’s never so polite with me,” he rumbled. “Princess, what is your secret?”

“Feminine wiles.” She smirked. “Come now, Lómion. Use your mouth on me while our vassal prepares himself.”

“That shall not take long,” Celebrimbor said, shucking off his own clothes.

Finduilas cast him a wicked grin. “Oh? I thought you wanted to get fucked.”

“But you said—”

“Honestly, for a smith, you forget the tools of our trade so easily,” Maeglin drawled. “Get a toy out of the chest. The big one, with the ridges you like.”

“Oh.” Celebrimbor couldn’t help but give himself a few quick strokes to take the edge off his arousal. “You’re so very clever. Both of you.”

“As if you’re not,” Maeglin scoffed. “Scion of Fëa—”

But he did not finish that accursed name, for Finduilas pulled him firmly down and planted his mouth directly on her cunt.

Celebrimbor retrieved the toy and the oil and began to finger himself as he watched his lovers partake in the first part of their games this night. Maeglin’s dark hair was a lovely contrast to Finduilas’ gold; his whimpers were pitched ever so slightly higher than her breathy moans, and he found himself groaning in appreciation of the glorious sight.

Finduilas cried out as she found her climax, and shoved Maeglin off her. “Enough,” she gasped. “I’m ready. Are you?”

“Yes,” Celebrimbor agreed, his voice hitching a little as he pressed the tip of the toy against his hole.

“Come here,” Finduilas ordered, and he obeyed without question. Her lithe fingers teased his rim for a few intoxicating moments, and then she pushed the toy firmly inside him. It hit his sweet spot, and he cried out, his cock jerking against his stomach. He was hard and swollen, just as eager for Maeglin’s hole as he was for the toy within himself.

But first, Maeglin would enter Finduilas. He shimmied off the last of his garments, breathing hard, and Celebrimbor moaned in appreciation. His soft breasts gleamed with sweat; his strong arms flexed as he reached for his princess. Best of all was his cocklet, growing longer and larger every day as he sang the song of his fëa, better attuning his hröa to his desires. Celebrimbor remembered when it had been only a little nub like Finduilas’ pearl, dainty and sensitive—and he remembered even better the day when Maeglin had confessed he was a nér, not a nís, and wanted a cock as beautiful as Celebrimbor’s own.

Well, Celebrimbor had provided that and more—their chest of toys was proof of that—but Maeglin’s talents in craftsmanship were not limited only to the forge. He crafted his hröa slowly but steadily into what he wanted himself to be, and now his cock was large enough to penetrate another’s willing body. He was still quite small, but he was more than enough for both of them. Finduilas especially liked to watch as they rubbed their lengths together, Celebrimbor dwarfing Maeglin; and they both loved when she licked and sucked them at once until they came all over her face.

And Maeglin was still so sensitive there. His cock rubbed against Finduilas’ pearl, and they both moaned at the sensation. Celebrimbor’s prick throbbed to see them like that, slipping in one another’s juices. (For the best part of Maeglin’s hröa—or at least the part that Celebrimbor liked the most in this moment—was that he still had his cunt, just as wet and receptive as it always had been. He was a dream of beauty, of desire. Celebrimbor could not believe his luck, to have him!)

“You will drive me mad with need,” he rumbled, resting his fingers on Maeglin’s pert little backside and squeezing his arse, spreading his cheeks. Maeglin squeaked, and Finduilas laughed.

“Yes, do get on with it, Lómion,” she invited, spreading her legs even wider. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want my warmth, my love?”

“Princess,” Maeglin whined, but he needed no further instruction. He dove into her eagerly, gasping and trembling in Celebrimbor’s hands. Finduilas snapped her legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer, arching her back until her breasts heaved.

“Now, Tyelpë,” she ordered.

Celebrimbor couldn’t help but bend down to lick a stripe from Maeglin’s arse to his cunt, dipping his tongue into that hot, wet hole. Maeglin groaned, shoving back against Celebrimbor’s tongue, then forward again into Finduilas’ cunt. He was caught between his two lovers, swinging back and forth between twin desires. Celebrimbor knew how he felt: he too had been in that position often enough.

He rose up, his hands spreading Maeglin’s legs, thumbs dipping into his cunt, stretching him wide.

“Tyelpë, Tyelpë, please,” Maeglin begged. Finduilas swallowed his pleas in a kiss, her eyes glinting as she stared at Celebrimbor.

Slowly, teasingly, Celebrimbor angled his hips, rubbing the head of his cock against Maeglin’s folds. Maeglin squirmed; Finduilas shuddered; and Celebrimbor lost what little patience he had as he felt the toy inside him shift. He pressed into Maeglin in one long thrust, biting down on his pale neck and nearly covering that slight body with his own, much larger frame. His face was nearly level with Finduilas’, and she let go of Maeglin’s mouth to capture Celebrimbor’s lips with hers.

With Maeglin pressed between them, Celebrimbor and Finduilas moved relentlessly, driving him mad. After some minutes of Maeglin gasping and pleading, Finduilas fell back, demanding her lovers give all their attentions to her; and now Celebrimbor changed focus, thinking only of her as he used Maeglin’s body like a tool for her pleasure, fucking him into her.

The toy in his arse pressed imprecisely against his own sweet spot, sending pleasure shooting through him when he least expected it. He was growing overwhelmed, drowning in lust and excitement; he felt Maeglin pulsing around him again and again, coming multiple times. From the way Finduilas writhed beneath them both, she too had reached her climax more than once.

“I’m close,” he gasped. “Princess—do you want me to—”

“Spill in him,” she said, “so I might lick you out of him!”

“Tyelpë, Tyelpë, please, fill me, fuck me, b-breed me—” Maeglin cried.

Celebrimbor let go, spending hard and deep inside his dark-haired lover. Breed him? Maeglin had never expressed that desire before. They must talk about this later—but for now Celebrimbor could only moan and spill, filling him up with seed that might, just maybe, someday take root.

When he was done he fell back, and Maeglin fell forward. Finduilas kissed them both, then settled at Maeglin’s heels, parting his legs once more to lap at his entrance. Celebrimbor’s spent cock twitched as he watched her drink his release from that red and perfect hole, and grasping his toy by the base he lazily pumped it in and out of himself.

Maeglin shuddered and came one last time. Finduilas leaned back and wiped her mouth, then flopped down onto her royal bed with a languid sigh.

“See, Tyelpë?” she said. “Wasn’t I right about this position?”

Celebrimbor smiled, reaching over to squeeze first her hand, then Maeglin’s. “Absolutely,” he said, his voice a little hoarse from all his noises of ecstacy. And may my grandfather never know of any of it.

[aipilosse]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar/Maeglin | Lómion Characters: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Maeglin | Lómion Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Ost-in-Edhil, Second Age, Semi-Public Sex, Conversations in bed, and a supply closet, and a garden, Massage, Musical Chairs Summary:

Maeglin survives the Fall of Gondolin. In the Second Age, there is space for regret, hope, and love.

[finmoryo]

Me: I'm going to write today! The earlier I get this paper done, the better.

Also me: *resumes writing on a 2 year old WIP fanfic"

[lottiefairchildbranwell]

A Promise Kept by @secretlythranduil (AO3), with art by @lottiefairchildbranwell for @tolkienrsb 2021!

Rating: G

Warnings: No Archive Warnings

Characters: Maeglin, Celebrimbor

Relationships: Queerplatonic Maeglin/Celebrimbor

Additional Tags: Queerplatonic Relationships, AroAce Maeglin, Asexual Character, Aromantic Character, TRSB Art No. 210, Halls of Mandos, Gondolin, Valinor, Rebirth

Summary: “In the eyes of Gondolin, neither of them would ever be anything more than a reminder of their fathers.”

Maeglin and Celebrimbor had a perhaps unconventional relationship, one that many would not understand, but they were the happiest they’d ever been. Until they were torn apart.

Would the pair find each other again, even in death?