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@lyragoth
💫 the ability to write an elfling this convincingly must be a gift 🌿✨
ahh thank you <3 But it may not be a gift after all haha being a pediatric dentist certainlyl has something to do with it
Ninrode is back home, resting
Celebrimbor was sitting beneath a golden stone wall with his little toolkit spread around him, carefully hammering a crooked silver flower into shape, when the voices started again.
“He came to Middle-earth with the burners of the ships!”
Celebrimbor ignored them.
“He is the mad king’s grandson!”
That made him look up.
Three elflings stood there, all older than him by at least a few years. One had his hands on his hips in dreadful confidence.
Celebrimbor narrowed his eyes.
“My grandfather was not mad!” he said sharply. “He was the greatest elf who ever lived!”
The children snickered.
“The mad greatest elf!”
Another piped up, “My atar says all the Fëanorians are bad elves!”
Celebrimbor's grip tightened around the silver flower. He stared at them for a long moment.
Then, very slowly, he stood up.
Celebrimbor was smaller than them, with ink stains on his sleeves and silver filings in his hair. But Curufin had taught him never to bow his head in shame.
Celebrimbor dusted off his silk tunic with dignity.
“You will regret saying such things,” he informed them.
The children rolled their eyes.
“Or what?”
Celebrimbor lowered his voice dramatically.
“My uncle Tyelkormo will hear of it.”
Silence.
Even among elflings, the name carried weight.
One child frowned uncertainly.
“Tyelkormo the Fair?”
“Tyelkormo,” said Celebrimbor gravely. “The Cruel Hunter.”
He stepped closer.
“He hates elflings.”
The children exchanged looks.
Then Celebrimbor added:
“Except me.”
The oldest child laughed nervously.
“You are lying.”
“My uncle talks to beasts.”
“That isn't frightening.”
Celebrimbor considered this.
“He also ripped an orc's heart apart once.”
“What?”
“With his bare hands.”
All three children stared at him.
“He hunts the forests every night,” he continued darkly. “And sometimes he finds children wandering alone.”
One of the younger elflings took a frightened step backward.
"And then, what?" Celebrimbor pressed onward mercilessly.
“He ties them to trees so the wolves can devour them.” Then he added, “Not me, obviously, because he likes me.”
The smallest child looked alarmed now.
“You are making this up.”
Celebrimbor looked offended.
“I am not.”
“Yes, you are!”
Celebrimbor paused.
Then he said thoughtfully,
"He has an enormous hound that eats people!”
“That is not true!”
“It is! Huan is as big as a horse, and he eats elflings… except me.” Celebrimbor added. “And Uncle Tyelko says frightened children taste much better.”
At this point, one of the elflings actually looked ready to faint.
The oldest tried desperately to recover. “W-well—my atar says Tyelkormo lives far away!”
Celebrimbor smiled pleasantly.
“Lies. If my Atto is nearby, Uncle Tyelko is too. They are best friends.”
Absolute horror descended upon their faces.
“And,” Celebrimbor continued, enjoying himself immensely now, “I shall tell him exactly what you said about my grandfather. His father.”
The smallest child burst into tears instantly.
“I do not want the horse-dog to eat me!”
The others panicked at once.
“He is gonna leave us in the forest to die!”
And suddenly, all three fled across the courtyard screaming.
Celebrimbor watched them go.
Ninrode is sick
Dragon Ninrode
Let it be eternal while it lasts
The original™ OTP, Virgo Shaka & Aries Mu
My first digital drawing was a ShaMu, May 2023 <3 My style changed so much it's crazy
My second ShaMu, April 2024 Ah, the nostalgia. (I deleted the other one by accident)
Lyraaaa, I am coming to cry over your ShakaMu art, if I may 🥹
It's Cla/Starsofarda from my main btw
This is really throwing me back to my childhood, I love it so much!!! And also, Saint Seiya in the year 2026, I am super happy!!!
Thank you! Your art is a mazing and you as well!
Ahhh my friend! I'm so happy to revive this nostalgia <3 I love Saint Seiya so much, and ShaMu above all in StS World. Thanks for this beautiful message.
Let it be eternal while it lasts
The original™ OTP, Virgo Shaka & Aries Mu
I left ship wars in the Saint Seiya fandom when I was around 14, Jesus Christ... I don’t even un-ship Angbang... I merely create Silvergifting content where Melkor isn’t the only worthy partner for Sauron. I don’t need to pretend my ship is canon for it to be valid. It’s valid simply because I love it and ship it the way I want. Get a grip before commenting on fics that don’t cater to your interests. My tags are always very clear.
Shapeshifter
Seine Angst ist meine Angst Seine Wut ist meine Wut Seine Liebe ist meine Liebe Sein Blut ist mein Blut If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Portrait | Paintings | Sculpture
Celebrimbor and the Rings of Power
The masterwork he coveted, the maker he desired—held at last where neither can slip from him again. The stone Celebrimbor never warms beneath his hand; his skin has grown too cold. He does not speak as he once did. So Mairon carves another. And another. And another. And another. And another (...)
If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Portrait | Paintings | Mirror
"I've gone too far to begin all anew"
Now only the portraits remain—haunting echoes of Celebrimbor. His silver eyes stare down from the walls, frozen in eternal judgment. Within these locked halls, he speaks to someone no one else can hear. Sometimes tenderly, other times with fury. Alone, Mairon communes with canvas and memory… and from the darkness, Celebrimbor’s voice answers, like madness whispering back.
As usual, I'm late, but here is my entry for @silvergiftingweek 🥲🙏 If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Portrait | Sculpture | Mirror
The Fëanorions arrive in Nargothrond
End of the Second Age. Sauron knew every microexpression on Celebrimbor’s face—and that’s when the paintings began. Hundreds, perhaps thousands. Few ever accessed the dark tower, but those who did whispered of a mysterious elf carved over and over along the pillars and shadowed halls of Barad-dûr. They wondered—not aloud—who he was and what it meant. "Are all my thoughts of you, sweet raptured light? It ends here tonight." If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Paintings | Sculpture | Mirror
Melian, the Maia
"It is said that the nightingales learned their song from her. She walked in the twilight under the stars, and in Valinor she dwelt, filling the silence of the world before the dawn with her voice and the voices of her birds."
An honor to paint Melian for dear @micelilies. I was asked to depict her with long flowing hair, ethereal grace, and clad in blue or green. I hope I did justice to your vision. Looking forward to more art trades in the future!
Celebrimbor Fëanorion and the bloodied star