According to Rhymes.net, coleslaw rhymes with FĂ«anor. That's a new one. (Hi! I'm Eris, 29f writer and cosplayer, LotR nerd for 20 years, Silm nerd since college, FE3H nerd since the game came out, and always looking for new friends! I also take fic requests~)
Thank you so much for picking up this art prompt after the original writer vanished! So excited to read the story~ Please support this awesome author!!
yo, secret santa again!
so, are you solely-canon person or pseudo-modern setting (ie inclusion of magical electricity and such)/lighthearted goofing around/domesticality is also good?
(no offence, i know some people dont like to read such things)
Hi again~ I prefer canon over modern things, but I am definitely cool with lighthearted things and domestic life :)
hii! your secret santa is here!
you mentioned you would like to receive fic or craft. do you have any preferences mood-wise? do you like appliques?
Hi! Thanks for reaching out đ Something happy could be fun since most of what I write is angsty, and I hadn't heard of appliques before today but they look very cool!
Fic can be found here:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/41077212/
Art can be found here: https://64.media.tumblr.com/70a75344774faa74e1e19c75b23cbf38/3403611e51af4692-75/s1280x1920/980a5f34ec277290fd50e6d7c5a3414cafc773d4.pnj
Art by jamcake_muses (ao3) / @jamcake-muses (tumblr)
Tags: Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Worldbuilding, Dogs
Word Count: 5,438
Summary: FĂ«anĂĄro returns to court after a long absence in advance of NolofinwĂ«âs debut, which comes in the form of a design for a bridge in Tirion. NolofinwĂ« has been working very hard, and is flabbergasted when his half-brother and family show up. FinwĂ«, however, is excited to welcome his grandsons â Maitimo, a teenager who is eager to prove himself and gets caught up in his uncleâs project; Makalaure, who is supposed to be watching his younger brother; and Tyelkormo, who is determined to wreak as much havoc as possible with the help of his puppy (and the fact that he looks just like his dead grandmother). As tensions rise, how will NolofinwĂ«âs debut go?
A collaboration created for the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2022 @tolkienrsb
We know a great deal about some of the finest treasures of the elves - the Silmarils, the swan-boats... but we don't know about some of the more minor treasures that may have inspired them along the way. I've included a few that you can put in the story if you want - a beginner's statue of a sword-wielding elf (or is it a sword?), an early draft of a palantir or a stone with other purpose, a polished gemstone, currency... What sort of formative treasure will you explore?
so....i'm the âš worst âš(this is what happens when you randomly start typing in your google doc after having read stuff like this by @erisofimladris)
âElrond, Elros, listen to me,â Maedhros said, placing a hand on each small shoulder and gripping so tightly his knuckles were white. âYou remember what I told you, about the Valar and Aman? Yes? Yes!â
âY-yes,â Elrond affirmed, lip quivering.
âRemember what I said, and-and stick together, alright? Ask for anyone of the House of FinwĂ«, ask forâfor ArafinwĂ«, alright? Or your parents, or anyone you know. But if they ask you about us, say you hate us, if you have to, say anything, but do not tell them you were with us, or traveled with us, or-or love us, or any such thingââ
âBut atar, that would be lying, you shouldnât lie to theââ Elros began.
âJust do it!â Maedhros bellowed, and Elros stopped short, eyes watering, and began to cry.
âBut what about you, you need us,â Elrond sobbed. âWe have to protect you.â
âHush,â Maedhros shushed, and pulled them close. Tears were etching down his face, and Maglor shot him a pained, panicked look. There is so little time. Perhaps this was a bad idea, perhaps he should have just have...but he could not...
âPerhaps if all goes well I will see you again soon,â he murmured gently, breathing in the smell of their raimentsâMaglor had washed them in the pine-forest just three days ago. âNow go.â
He pushed them towards Maglor, who took each of their hands and steered them towards the supply closet. Then he turned back to face the shaking door and stare down his death.
~
Please, please⊠Maglor thought, tearing through the medicine chest with shaking fingers, the sounds of slamming, roaring, crackling growing ever louder all around. By now the fortress must be a lone rock in a sea of blood-dark waves, or else the Orcs had set fire to the lower and upper levels. Either way-
There, oh, thank Eru. For just a fraction of a second some part of his mind froze, horrified at what he had just thought, body going cold, fingers freezing around the cold vials in his hands.
âAtar?â Elrond asked, quivering.
âQuickly now,â Maglor said, whipping around, his voice trembling. The stamping shrieks were now so deafening he thought it a miracle that the door hadnât given yet. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the twins drew closer together. He pressed the vial into each of their hands. âDrink it, now, quickly. It wonât taste bad, it will just make you very tired.â
Elros looked at him with the air of a mournful scholar, and Elrond with the wide eyes of the very wise. He wanted to sob.
âBut what about you?â Elros asked softly.
âI have to go help Maedhros, dear ones, please-here, sit down on the floor.â
They sat in a circle, as if there would be a crackling fire between them and the night would be filled with chatter.
There was an almighty crash from somewhere close by.
âQuickly!â Fingers trembling, eyes wide, their sipped at their vials, Maglor barely breathing. Some of it spilled - but it should be more than enough -
âA-atar,â Elros choked, swallowing the last of it. âIâm scaredâŠâ
âTake my hands, letâs sit close. Now sing with me.â
Maglorâs voice was shaking in his throat like a tattered flag in the wind, but he took up the familiar refrain, the twins joining in to the lullaby that had soothed them to sleep so many times under the stars.
ââ...tarâŠâ Elrond mumbled, his crying finally dying down.
He pulled them close as they slumped, as if this were all just another midnight nightmare and he alone had the power to chase back the shadows, but he didnât. He could barely choke his way past the chorus, the words burning in his throat, strangling him.
âShh, dear ones. Sleep now,â Maglor whispered, rocking gently on his heels even as his hand passed urgently over their faces, fear clawing at his throat. Oh, what he was reduced toâŠ
He begged for one last mercy from anyone, any Vala in the heavens who deigned to hear him, feeling all too well the still-faint flutterings of life in their small forms. Please, let it be enough...
It was enough.
He gave a convulsive sob, then lowered them to the floor, to the shadows where prying eyes might not immediately look. One final glance.
He hated himself for his efficiency, hated that this felt so familiar. Five other bodies had gone before him, yet here he was, still breathing.
âMay the grace of the Valar be with you,â he whispered.
Then he threw his cloak over their bodies, stepped over the empty vials, and left.
Maedhros was still at the door, sweat and blood and tears pouring down his face, barely visible in the now-hazy atmosphere of dust and smoke. The door was pockmarked with arrows, barely still on its hinges.
Beyond, the scream of a thousand angry creatures thirsty for blood. Against himself, Maglor felt relief.
âItâs alright,â he said hollowly, drawing his sword. âTheyâre gone.â
Maedhros did not reply for a moment, his eyes dark depths of memory. âWe fulfill our Oath together, âLaurĂ«?â
âTogether,â Maglor agreed, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword already blood-stained, his mind jumping back unwillingly to the bodies close by. âFor Elrond and Elros.â
~
It is said that the last sons of FĂ«anor fell defending the sons of EĂ€rendil and Elwing, and perhaps redeemed themselves; but of their bodies none can say, for the Orcs burned the fortress to the ground, and all within it.
One of my entries for this summerâs TRSB event! During Morgothâs attack on Amon Ereb, Elrond gets lost and Maedros goes back to search for him. This was drawn long before I began my portrait studies, hence the style is reminiscent of my older works.
i really wanted to draw junepeis, but since iâve already spent way too much of my time drawing them, have some mysterious kurashiki siblings. really hope you like your gift!
Hello, hello, hello! Welcome back to the TRSB Summer Showcase; today we have the fabulousâŠ
Eris_of_Imladris
( @erisofimladris )
Iâm Eris, 27 years old, and quarantining with an adorable almost-14-year-old goldendoodle named Reese <3 Iâve been a Tolkien fan since I was 9 years old and started writing fanfic shortly after, although most of my early pieces have
been lost. I discovered a deep love for the Silmarillion two years
ago. In addition to wearing my elf dress around the house, my hobbies
include video games, reading, and attempting to plot a fantasy novel.
How are you joining in with TRSB20? Writing and pinch hitting
Fourth Father
Rated T, no Archive warnings apply
Info about your piece: Iâve always loved Elrond, but felt intimidated to write him. I was certain that my first attempt would be criticized heavily, especially since I was writing about his relationships with his father figures and included a positive relationship with the Feanorians, which is one of my favorite headcanons. I was so pleasantly surprised to see people enjoying this story! To date, this is my highest-rated story on ao3 and I was even requested to write a sequel for the very first time! This fic helped me realize that headcanons arenât something to be ashamed of and others may enjoy what weâve got in our heads!
Top creative tips/words of wisdom for fellow participants: Trust in
your ideas - even if you think others might judge them, thereâs no way
of knowing what other people will think unless you share with them!
I chose this because I really enjoy the Junepei ship and angst, but for the longest time, I genuinely struggled to find an idea that would work. I ended up rewriting my submission several times with different ideas. And then something happened to me that lead to me getting this idea. While this story isnât the greatest or realistic, itâs true to my emotions.
