#tyelpe: of course

[sesamenom]

some funny snippets of a tentative timeline for the reverse gondolin au

[astral-aromance]

@feanorianweek day 5;

Curufin & baby Celebrimbor

Again, sorry for the delay.

[aran-morinorea]

HOMECOMING can't wait to see Celly being Entirely Aware of who he married

fucka you. new oc

As the Steward of the Black Land, right hand of its divine and immortal king, one might expect Wasusarma to be fairly familiar with the said king. Unfortunately, one would be wrong. In point of fact, they have actually never once spoken to each other.

Three years ago, there was an entirely different great house in this position, but the Most Admirable One was displeased with that person’s service upon His return. This displeasure was naturally expressed violently and at high temperatures, and a new steward was appointed with very clear instructions to “Do. Better.” This replacement, Wasusarma’s late father, was then a casualty of the sudden immolation which immediately preceded His departure for – apparently – His wedding. He did not appoint another one; it wasn’t clear whether He was aware of who had been killed in that incident. Because it did not seem like the divine king was angry with anyone in particular, it was agreed that Wasusarma should inherit the position.

He has done his best to prepare for the return of his lord, but he is not feeling very secure in his position. For obvious reasons.

[tathrin]

As you may or may not already know, I've been slowly chipping away at a Celebrimbor joins the Fellowship AU for a while now, and I finally have the general plot hashed-out and the first chapters written, which means it's technically at a point where I can start posting it...but. it is a very slow sort of story to write. (There are a lot of Plot Things to juggle.) So updates will not come fast! However, I also feel like I've been sitting on it forever already...

So I ask: should I start posting this thing, with the understanding that it will be an incredibly show updater? Or should I wait?

*I'll be out of town until late Sunday night, so if I don't respond to things for a while I promise it's not because you've offended me, I'm just not likely to be able to get online for a few days! But please do feel free to blather at me if you have anything to say.

Thank you for the help!

[superloves4]

Curufin and Tyelko reflect on how to deal with explaining the kinslayings to their daughters.

Introducing my oc's:

Post-reembodiment Curufinrod baby: Italmë* Ríëlairë (I'm naming the way I did when I was ten, by putting things together and hoping the dictionary is correct! It should mean Sparkling Blessing, and Summer Crown)

Everyday someone thanks Eru for the fact that she wasn’t born in the first age, girlie is feral! If Tyelpe is the best parts of Curufin and Finrod then she is the worst of them, but for everyone’s well being she was also born when Curufin and Finrod are at their best and most stable so instead of murder and destruction she is merely mischievous.

Curufin is rather upset that neither of his kids got his eyes.

(*: Father name slightly pending, my original idea was Italinquë, the Ita being non-negociable as it's meant to be a connection to Itarille/Idril, but linquë could be hyacinth, grass or wet, and while I think I could argue for grass I don't think I can for wet, other options being: Itarinya, Itelena/Italena, and Ithilmë)

And Post-reembodiment Aretyel baby: Mírestel Áraiel (should be Precious Hope, and Daughter of Dawn)

Aredhel and Tyelko fully decided not to get married (yes I am disregarding LaCE) and everyone got very confused when they anounced they were expecting (and Turgon very violent)

The birth gets Aredhel emotional because her whole family is with her this time.

Áraiel has a mean look, and considering Maeglin and Tyelko, a lot of people on first meeting think she’s a cruel person but she’s really nice and helps keep Riëlairë in check, again she is getting her parents at their best and stable, but she’s also getting Maeglin at his best and stable and so she really likes her older brother.

(This prompts her to become a smith which leads Tyelko to joke that Curvo is stealing his kids, plural)

Also, everyone decides on very special and meaningful names meanwhile Curvo just pulls a Nerdanel and goes "Look at my baby, it's the most beautiful baby, everyone should just look at the baby I made!"

Better background and no writing under the cut:

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

As High King Fingolfin came down from his orgasm, he noticed his lover was frowning.

“I’m sorry, was I too rough?”

“Don’t start that again, you were tender and careful as always.”

“Did you not come? I’m a bit worn out, but I can use my hand.”

“You saw me come quite dramatically over your abs. I’m perfectly comfortable and you were in no way neglectful of my needs.”

“Than what’s wrong?”

“I just said I’m comfortable, there’s no need to worry over me.”

"And yet I do. Obviously something is troubling you, and I would hear it even if I cannot solve it.”

Celebrimbor sighed. “You called me Curufinwe.”

“Ah. I’m sorry, I know you don’t prefer that name.”

“If you’re going to pretend that you’re screwing someone else, at least call him Feanaro so I know who I’m substituting for. I’d rather stand in for someone who is truly impossible to reach rather than someone who merely requires an inconvenient amount of effort. If you want to fuck my father, you need only send a letter to Himlad.”

“I have absolutely no interest in Curufin!”

“So call me by my grandfather’s name or my own, but not his. I’m only asking for clarity, not attraction on my own behalf.”

“Celebrimbor, you have the last already. I am picturing only you when we pleasure each other, in every detail of your own beauty. I will of course use the name you wish, but there is no reason to be bitter about a slip of the tongue.”

“And yet you don’t deny attraction to Feanaro. Even if I am not a replacement, you still desire him.”

“If Feanaro were here and willing, I would still choose you.”

“But it would be a choice, weighing two options that you want but you can only have one.”

“Feanor was bright like a fire, hot and changing but impossible to spend long near. You glitter like a jewel, always having a new angle, reflecting your own beauty and that of all around you, brilliant and clear. You’re right that fire can fascinate, but I cannot hold it and do not wish to.”

“Fine, I accept that you are not wishing for another. I still don’t want to hear my father’s name in the midst of pleasure.”

“I see your point. I am not ashamed to associate with you, but still I wouldn’t like to explain our relationship to Finwe. ”

“My father wouldn’t disown me as long as I give him a reason he can approve of.”

“Oh? And what reason would he possibly accept for you fucking your great-uncle, and your esteemed grandfather’s greatest rival?”

“Blackmail,” Celebrimbor said with a sharp grin. “I seduced you so that I could steer the political fate of the Noldor. If our relationship got out, everyone would lose their trust in you, either for screwing an evil Feanorian kinslayer or you taking advantage of my youth and naivety. So you have to advance my plans or else I’ll ruin you before the whole court. And of course with so much time around you, I will learn of the secret plots you doubtless have against my family.”

The closest Celebrimbor had come to using their relationship for political favors was asking for a room on the same hall and a private smithy. Every other agenda was argued before the whole court, never spoken of in their rooms either before or after it was resolved.

“Would Curufin really ask you to sacrifice yourself so completely to his goals, using your most intimate moments and actions to cynically further an agenda?”

“It’s less than Grandfather required of him and my uncles - it would last a few decades or centuries, rather than until the end of Arda. But he wouldn’t actually approve the plan. It would make me look weak for one, to play the victim of your unwanted lecherous advances, the young innocent gave in before the crown and the personality rather than fight back. Since this is my first time before the court, I must show them I am to be respected and feared.”

“That is a lot to ask from someone in a new situation.”

“Perhaps, but my father has always expected me to be exceptional.”

ao3

[eri-pl]

And some of you need to stop looking at your marks friends as if you wanted to dominate their minds, torture them and use their mutilated corpse as a banner.

"Friends don't look at friends that way" I think some of you just need to be nicer to your friends.

[dalliansss]

So we heard u liek ✨b l o n d e s✨

Commissioned from @sauroff and based on our mutual headcanon that Mairon was so impressed by that werewolf-biting, Ainu-challenging, insane blond elf that he had in his dungeons once upon a time, that he crafted his Annatar fana to be a copy of Finrod.

Of course, this made Tyelpe prone to Annatar’s moves. In the context of Blood in the Mouth, however, this is way more sinister than it sounds.

[nelyos-right-hand]

Like, when do you think Sauron found out this elf that died in his dungeons was Finrod? None of Finrod's company ever gave up his identity, so he definitely had no idea at first. After Beren and Luthien succeded, his death would become common knowledge among the elves since there's no way Beren would keep his glorious sacrifice secret, but I'm not sure if these news ever reached Angband, I mean, it's not like Morgoth could sent his orcs to disguise themselves as elves and spy on them, so they probably didn't know a lot of what was talked about in elves cities, especially since it kind of wasn't important for the war anyway.

So imagen how hilarious it would be if Sauron never hears of this through the entire first age and then one day in Eregion Tyelpe is being all sad, so Annatar acts all sympathic and concerned which he only does because he needs Celebrimbor to trust him, of course he doesn't care how he feels and he especially isn't concerned and Celebrimbor is just like "uncle Finrod died today" and Annatar's like "yeah, that makes sense, by the way how did he die I think I never heard the specifics" and Celebrimbor just says "he got killed by Sauron after sacrificing himself for Beren, how did you never hear about this" and Annatar's just like "he WHAT!?"

[iwanderbecauseimlost]

:3 :3 :3 this one's Silvergifting!! Thank you, @rivendellwatch, for organising this!! Honestly my first time writing smut, but I had lots of fun :3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞🔞🔞

"Why, Tyelpe, your skin is burning as hot as the forge's fires." cut in Annatar's smooth voice, as he placed a hand on Celebrimbor's arm.

Celebrimbor shivered, and swallowed. "Yes... I, ah, think I have a fever." "Then you should rest, so you may have energy, for..." He trailed off, looking at Celebrimbor knowingly.

Celebrimbor's eyes widened. "For..?"

"Forging, of course." Celebrimbor nodded. Annatar did not fail to note his crestfallen expression.

Celebrimbor took a deep breath, and turned to leave. "Take care of yourself, Tyelpe." called Annatar.

*********

The minute he reached his room, Celebrimbor pulled off all his clothes. He was angry with himself. For starters, he knew nearly nothing about Annatar. How could he want someone so bad without knowing them at all?

He went and laid on his bed, trying to sleep off his arousal. He did not want to think of his embarrassment if he'd jacked off to Annatar.

He tossed and turned, thanking the Valar multiple times for his robes, which (hopefully) covered his erection.

The night was a cool one, and Celebrimbor's windows were left open, but the cold air did nothing to sate the heat of his body.

With a defeated groan, he moved his hand downwards. He wrapped it around his cock, and sucked in a sharp breath.

Slowly, he began stroking himself. A sudden thought flashed in his mind, of Annatar in his white robes. They seemed almost translucent, and Celebrimbor had no problem seeing Annatar's figure.

He began stroking himself faster, using his precum as lube. He thought of the curve of Annatar's back when he stretched over tables, the way his arms flexed when he picked up a hammer. Celebrimbor never let anyone touch Fëanor's hammer, but he let Annatar, of course.

Quickening his pace even more, for he was quite close now, he thought of the day he first saw Annatar. He'd felt as though the breath had been knocked out of his body. Breathing hard now, he stroked himself a few more times. He could really feel it now, and his breath grew more laboured by the moment. He was surprisingly quiet all through.

And then he thought of Annatar's hair, how he'd like to tangle his fingers in it, as Annatar kissed him senseless, or sucked him off. That was it. The last thought undid him, and he let out a small moan, cumming in his hands.

He had never felt relief like this, and he wished he could hold on to that feeling, and never feel the feverish arousal he felt around Annatar.

As he rolled out of bed, and cleaned himself up, he heard footsteps in the corridor.

"Celebrimbor?" floated Annatar's voice, and that was it.

All his relief drained out like air hissing out of a balloon, and his cock hardened once again.

He groaned, and did not bother answering Annatar.

[curufiin]

“Tyelpërinquar…”

Amidst his son’s outburst, Curufin could barely hear his own voice. He shuddered, lifting his hand and dropping it again, for he so desperately wanted to touch his son and hold him and tell him his father is there for him. Yet when had he ever been there? What if it was another empty promise out of the mouth which only spews lies? He squeezed his eyes shut, and only listened.

At times, he still felt like a child, like he was little Curufinwë still perplexed by everything happening around him. Too helpless to do anything, too naïve to understand what was happening. So he did the only thing he could, as Celebrimbor’s anguished wails finally died down, he reached for his son and pulled him into a crushing embrace.

“…I wished that too.” The admission was a shock to even himself. He would never have said such a thing in Beleriand, never doubted Fëanor’s ambition even once. Perhaps the Halls had finally loosened his tongue. A tear rolled down his cheek, one that he did not bother to wipe away. “I wish- you had never been there. I should’ve bid you to stay. No, no, you should never have set food on Beleriand. It was no place for a child.”

And the knowledge of what eventually befell Celebrimbor, his own flesh and blood, hurt him more than a thousand Kinslayings ever could. When he laid eyes on his son the first time he came to the Halls, Celebrimbor resembled nothing like the bright eyed child he raised. He was battered, broken down by horrors only Maedhros could possibly understand. And gods, how Curufin wept that day for what he had done. “Father was- he… he didn’t know. None of us knew how all encompassing this would have become. We were all just… I don’t know. I’m sorry, Tyelpë. I’m so sorry. Your mother was right, I should’ve… you should’ve never left her side. I’m so sorry.”

“Tyelpë—” Curufin looks completely devastated. “Son, I… you know I-… I love you, right?”

(YOU’RE EVIL)

Tyelpë looked uncertain, one hand gripping the other elbow, white-knuckled. "Mm," came the first, noncommittal sound in reply. His eyes, as dull and grey as they had remained since Annatar's betrayal, looked anywhere but at his father. "You need not feel the need to make amends. You were right. I reaped precisely what I had sown. As did we all."

@curufiin (forgot to tag you mb)

[eri-pl]

Yet another B&L AU rework:

C&C are not Stupid Evil, but the rest of the story still can happen

(They aren't exactly good, but they're the normal Feanorian level of "Silmaril-focused" and not cartoonishly villainous.)

OK, so what's Celegorm's and Curufin's main goal, or at least technically should be? In the canon it's political influence, but technically it should be reclaiming the Silmaril. And "letting Beren get it, then getting it from Beren" does seem like a better plan for it than "killing Beren before he can get the Silmaril". And yes, they do have some data suggesting that Beren can do it, to be precise: Finrod's foresight. It's at least possible that C&C knew that Finrod had some spoilers about this plan working.

Also, in case this wasn't known: there is absolutely nothing in any version of the Oath of Feanor saying that they have to kill or harm people who *are planning to* get a Silmaril. Only those who keep it or hoard or or in hand take it. Before the Silmarili is present in the scene, they're free to do whatever, including actually helping.

So:

Beren comes to Nargothrond. C&C are not complete jerks, so Finrod trusts them more, so all 4 of them meet to talk about what to do,

No, Thingol cannot be persuaded, Finrod knows him.

Basically C&C tell Beren that they wish him luck but also if he succeeds, they'd have to kill him (unless he gives them the Silmaril) and explains why. Beren says "So be it. I shall not fight you." [spoiler: yes, he won't] Lot of cool dramatic dialogue about fate and oaths etc, but they respect each other.

Also, Celegorm suggests doing it as a stealth mission instead of a frontal attack. It is a good idea, so Finrod takes only his 10 most trusted friends. He leaves C&C as unofficial administrators of the city, because Orodreth is very nice but has no sense of warfare and tactics and stuff like that.

Some time after Finrod and Beren left, C&C meet Lúthien as per the canon. They are more honest however. They do ask her what's her opinion about the Silmaril quest, and in between the lines (the Noldor know well the idea of "not taking badly about your family no matter what" so of course they don't expect an explicit answer) they all agree that Thingol was wrong to demand it. So C&C file Lúthien under "reasonable people". They take her to the city to decide how to proceed about her bad feeling / foresight about Beren.

Celegorm does fall in love with her, she does notice, it's awkward, but he's respectful about it. (Also, he assumes that they'd have to kill Beren anyway so the "how to force Thingol to agree to my marriage with his daughter, because she will *obviously* fall in love with me when Beren is dead" delusional plan is still a thing.)

They do eventually lock Lúthien up to keep her safe, and Huan too, because the prophecy is there and Sauron has wolves. Generally, Celegorm is being overprotective up to the point of disrespectfulness to both Lúthien and Huan. She says he's behaving like her father, he throws a bit of tantrum "I am not claiming other's sacred heritage!", but still, it's a very different situation than in the canon.

You know what? Celebrimbor also wants to go, also hats locked up for his safety.

C&C leave to save Finrod and Beren, leaving Orodreth to manage the city and watch Lúthien. So of course, Lúthien and Huan soon escape. And Tyelpe with them.

C&C get captured by Sauron and thrown in the dungeon with the rest. When only the main 4 are left, Celegorm gets to kill the wolf with his bare hands and teeth (as he should because this is very Celegorm-coded), probably to protect Curufin. He dies.

Lúthien arrives as per the canon, Sauron gets defeated and escapes. Tyelpe laughs at this, and/or makes some comments about the dungeons, generally a large dose of foreshadowing & dramatic irony happens. Because I love it and couldn't miss the opportunity.

Lúthien saves Beren, Finrod (who is wounded), and Curufin.

As Finrod needs to heal and Curufin in grieving and thb quite scared (and had the wonderful excuse of "my son needs to be taken to safety" even though said son just sort of rescued him, week, he was part of the team..) , they decide that they three will get Sauron's ex-prisoners safely to Nargothrond and B&L will proceed with the quest. Maybe. Eventually. Or just hang out in the forest.

Curufin gives Beren his magic-ish knife, because it can cut the Silmaril out. Also (though he doesn't mention that) because Curufin has a kind of foresight or mental link with the knife and will know how the quest proceeds.

Also he again demands that they give him the Silmaril if they manage to steal it, especially now when Celegorm had died for this. It's the "We will fight to death but not yet, also I respect you a lot" thing, I think it's a bit of a trope in some genres?

B&L as in the canon take a break and later continue.

Curufin leaves Nargothrond in secret, to intercept them, but Finrod notices (he was expecting this) and follows him. Tyelpe realizes that they left your late to follow them.

Finrod catches up to Curufin at the gates of Angband. It's very angsty and sad for the both of them because they know they will fight. They say farewell to one another and maybe cry.

B&L do the deed, on their way out before even Carcaroth they meet Curufin demanding the gem and Finrod trying to calm him down. Finrod and Curufin fight. Finrod is not trying to hurt his cousin, just to keep him from reaching Beren. He fights only defensively. Eventually Curufin kills him. He's sad.

In the meantime, B&L deal with Carcaroth as in the canon and escape with the help of an Eagle. Curufin probably shots them in the back (misses) and then escapes because Carcaroth is focused on them, and eventually returns to Maedhros.

B&L proceed as in the canon, only instead of "Celegorm tried to do this and that" getting the reason why their descendents hate the feanorians, it's "Curufin killed Finrod"

The Sons of Feanor are even more furious than in the canon because Celegorm died for the Silmaril and now Thingol is keeping it. Still, their letter to Thingol is more coordinated (there's no secret nasty letter from Curufin) and somewhat more diplomatic than "we'll kill all your people".

Oh, and since Tyelpë had no reason to disown his father earlier, he does so only now, in a letter, because of killing Finrod. Or maybe he doesn't but he stays in Nargothrond anyway, feeling guilty and torn. Anyway he doesn't get back to his father.

Regardless, both sides feel betrayed and so, after Thingol's death, the Kinslaying proceeds as normal except without Celegorm. E&Ev1 still get lost in a forest, maybe in an act of revenge by someone who was really grieved by Celegorm's death.

PS: feel free to use this if you want. I'd love to see this version of events in proper prose, but I don't think like writing it myself in any foreseeable future.

[lyragoth]

Atarince, Curufinwe, daddy's baby!!! I want to know everything!!!

Curufin

How I feel about this character: I love him because he’s a scumbag. And I say that with the highest affection. His co-dependency with Celegorm is fascinating, even endearing in its own twisted way. I love how calculated he can be, how he can speak sweetly and manipulatively when it suits him, like in Nargothrond. He lets Celegorm, the older brother, speak first, then follows up with something more cunning. And, of course, he’s Celebrimbor’s father. That alone gives him permanent relevance. Dear @erendur once said that the way I portray Curufin in my works has a certain Queen of Hearts quality, and that’s exactly how I feel about him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Celegorm (mainly), though honestly, I ship him with almost everyone. His wife, whom I affectionately call Tyelpe, short for Tyelpemirë, is one of my favorite hcs characters. I also enjoy Curufin with Finrod, Galadriel, and Orodreth. Apparently, he has a thing for Arafinwëans in my mind. Sauron because in my fully unhinged AU where nobody dies, Sauron is madly obsessed with Celebrimbor, and both Fëanor and Curufin resemble him so strongly that he gets flustered watching the Curufinwës just… existing and being dramatic Elves.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Celegorm. I also enjoy them platonically. Fëanor and Celebrimbor. Doesn't matter the order.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Slut. But the most unpopular opinion is this: He's a damn good shot. He aimed two arrows at Lúthien, and both would have hit if not for Huan intercepting one and Beren throwing himself in front of the other. Say what you want, but babe's got precision lol

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: We know Curufin was a talented craftsman; he couldn't inherit Fëanor’s forge talent and not be. I just wish Tolkien had named one of his creations. Yes, Celebrimbor is the crown jewel of his legacy, but I would’ve loved even a single mention of something he forged with his hand, ❤️ not his cock ❤️

[sweetteaanddragons]

Stepford Smiles and Time Travel Wiles

Another fic I never got around to crossposting!

Featuring time travelling. Unfortunately, for most of the characters, they don't know that.

The door had scarcely closed when Feanaro rounded on Maitimo, eyes blazing. “You see?” he demanded.

Maitimo, for his part, was too busy blinking at the door his mother had just departed through to answer for a moment. “I see,” he agreed when he had gathered his wits. “Or I glimpse, at least. Atar, what happened?”

His father had abandoned his chair at the dining table to pace furiously in front of the windows. “She returned two days ago,” he said, gesturing toward the hall. “She has been like this ever since. About everything.”

”Everything?”

“If I declare Nolofinwe treacherous, she decries him and his mother. If I say the Valar are untrustworthy, she rants on the foolishness of giving ear to Melkor. If I speak of making swords - “ There Feanaro paused. “There we disagree,” he conceded. “She has been scolding me for not practicing with mine enough. She demanded one of her own and has been devoted to it since; she wonders that I do not do the same.”

When he had first learned she had left his father, Maitimo had felt as if the world was opening beneath his feet.

Somehow, this was not the relief he would have expected.

“Perhaps she changed her mind,” he said tentatively.

“I admired a song of Lauriel’s, and she praised it to high heaven,” his father said harshly.

Ah. His mother would never be rude enough to publicly express an outright distaste for any work made by a protege of Makalaure’s, but Maitimo was not the public, and he could be trusted to know what to keep from his brothers.

His mother could, of course, change her mind on multiple things at once.

But.

The energy that had propelled his father left him in a rush, and he crumpled against the wall, running a hand over his face. “I know she still wrote to you,” he said wearily. It was the first time he had acknowledged this. “Did anything she write . . . ?”

“We didn’t write of politics,” Maitimo said carefully. “Her art, mainly. Tyelpe’s latest projects. That sort of thing.”

His brothers’ projects as well, though that was a more careful line to dance; some of them would not be happy to know news of them had been passed on.

He had written of his father’s work, what little of it wasn’t political. She had never commented on it.

“But she was well?” his father demanded. “The separation didn’t - didn’t burden her fea?”

“It pained her, of course,” Maitimo said, even more carefully than before. “But I had no thought it would drive her to Lorien. It is not as if the bond was broken.”

“No,” his father agreed, abandoning the wall to slump into the closest chair - the one across from Maitimo, instead of his usual place at the head of the table. “No.” He frowned at where one of Grandmother’s tapestries hung on the wall, staring at it as if it held all the secrets of Amil’s heart woven within. “It is not like her,” he said plaintively.

It wasn’t, Maitimo agreed fervently, even if it was only in the privacy of his mind. When his father had half invited, half demanded his presence at supper tonight and said it was about Amil, he had expected anything but this.

“She may have just wished to reconcile,” he suggested soothingly.

Too soothingly; his father looked up sharply, biting words all but visibly forming on his lips before he swallowed them back and waved dismissively. “I should not have involved you in this,” he said instead. “It is not your burden to carry.”

His mother had expressed similar sentiments to him before in one of her letters. Maitimo heartily wished she had not; it had preceded a significant restriction in the information she passed on, and he could not fix what he did not know about.

“If something is wrong with Amil, it is all of our concern,” he said, retreating from ‘soothing’ to ‘rationality.’ “Or if something is right, it is all of our joy. I’m very glad you invited me to supper tonight; even with this . . . puzzle . . . it was good to see her again.”

This reassured his father as his other statement had not. “She wanted to see you,” his father said. “Desperately.”

This was not a surprising revelation. His mother had flung herself at him as soon as he entered the doorway and had not let go of his arm throughout supper. He thought she would be here still if Lauriel had not stopped by with word that Makalaure had safely returned from Alqualonde and was back at his own house in the city. Amil had not been content to wait for his and Aranel’s inevitable morning visit and had immediately gone to welcome them back.

His other brothers, he suspected, would receive a similar treatment when they returned from the various tasks their father had sent them on. He would have to see if he could send word to them first; he trusted Makalaure’s reception of this turn of events, but some of the others might need a few gentle nudges not to let their feelings about Amil’s departure get in the way of her return.

“If she is feeling so agreeable, have you tried asking her about this change of heart?” he tried.

His father shrugged defeatedly. “She said she had thought about what the next few years of her life would look like, and that she had decided that she couldn’t afford to waste time on the ice.”

Maitimo knew poets sometimes compared difficult relationships to ice. He had never considered his parent’s relationship in those terms, even over the last few years; he had tended to lean more towards ‘volcanic.’

“I wrote to Mahtan,” his father added abruptly. “She must have said something to him and Liriel before her departure; if it gave them reason for concern, surely . . . “

“Of course,” Maitimo agreed and made a mental note to write himself. His grandfather had retreated from Atar as tensions rose, but he wrote to his grandchildren as often as ever.

Or perhaps he should write to his grandmother instead; that way if Mahtan chose not to reply to his father’s letter there would be less of an obvious contrast.

There was reason for concern, as much as he hated to admit it, whether or not his grandparents had caught it. Amil had been almost as manic as Atar in one of his moods tonight, her usual quiet passion transformed into something too loud, too bright, too fierce.

Like magnesium burning so, so bright for just a moment, and then -

No. She was in Tirion again; that was good. She was back, and she was talking to Atar again, and Maitimo could set to work smoothing the way for everything to fall back into familiar shapes.

“I’ll talk to Makalaure in the morning,” he told his father. “He might have picked up on something. We’ll work this out; you’ll see.”

Things were one step closer to being as they should be; he wouldn’t let them fall apart again now.

Notes:

Meanwhile, Nerdanel’s perspective: Do I agree with Feanaro? No. But did arguing with him work last time? Also no. So if I am going to save my idiot family, I am going to have to go with them, and I am not risking getting left behind when they take off, so . . . time to let my husband pretend he married Farande. Feanaro, not so quietly sulking: I don’t want to be married to Farande. Nerdanel, oblivious: This is going great!

[malkaleh]

His little nightingale - still young by Saurons count - he may have grown but he is perhaps somehow more beautiful now - with an ageless and yet ancient air that is not elven. Stars still shine softly in a mass of black hair.

He had kept it long. Sauron vows he will have the eyes of any who had looked upon it - though of course, of course he would keep Celebrian. If it had been any other he would have ground their fea into dust (he should have done so with that accursed Celeborn, had he but known).

But she is all her mothers daughter - all steel and fierce fierce light to her husbands gentle kindness - Sauron thinks he might almost be able to bear watching them together. Almost.

(He will kill the elf who dares to touch Tyelpe though. Or at least he will make him beg for death - for keeping his smith away, for all the wounds that Sauron was forced to mark him with he will make him beg for death)

His little nightingale has three children - and it is his daughter who echoes him, echoes Melian. It makes him think of the plans he had had - what children his three would have made with him - how he would have made it so. They would have carried so beautifully. The sons, ah they are far more their grandmother - dark bright vengeance that he might aim where he willed.

He will have his three.

@nocompromise-noregrets @self-destructinganimal

[sewing-elven-maid]

10 minute Molmol interaction doodle, hope to draw the girlies properly soon!

It is very clearly visible who is the fabric artist (and fashionable one) here... today I learned that it takes two Mols to mother a Tyelpë <333

Oh dear artist, this portrait showing my old friend Molisse shall be among my most treasured possessions! I shall show this to the Lrd of Imladris himself and of course to Lord Celebrimbor, hoping he will appreciate.

((*crying a million tears of joy* THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!! The two Mols together! I love them both to bits - I might write a fic about them, if you are ok with it *v*

And you are right! It clearly shows who is the fabric artist and also who is the smithy! I am fairly certain that the two Mols exchanged clothes and jewels on a regular basis <3

And tbh Tyelpe deserves 2 mums <3))