Just A Silly Tolkien Blog

[sunsetbuddie]

hey so anyone else just, feel thin. sort of stretched. like butter scraped over too much bread. like you need a holiday. a very long holiday. and you don't expect you shall return? or is that just me and bilbo baggins

[entishramblings]

Boromir: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

Pippin: All I drank was Red Bull.

Boromir: How many?

Pippin: Eighteen.

[valar-did-me-wrong]

Thankyou @helenvader your header inspired me so much I borrowed it 🫶🏽🙈

Part: 69/?

:3

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

[admirableprecious]

”Where he sought to destroy, I sought to perfect.”

Uh huh.

CATS

[mcpayne]

Celebrimbor's Spotify Wrapped:

[sillybrimbor-baby]

i am so crying

[sillybrimbor-baby]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hi! My first fic in the fandom is out, I hope you’ll enjoy it! 

[onvavoiir]

Date guys who are taller than you. Date protective guys. Date guys with a giant army of orcs and an unquenchable desire for the one ring. Date Sauron.

[saddragontrash-deactivated20150]

don’t date sauron.

[djezhofmacedon-deactivated20150]

#aim higher #date melkor

[roarandrainbow]

wow Silmarillion fandom it’s great to see you

[celebbun]

yeah, we don’t appear much

[iamthatbeast]

Mostly in the appendices

[sillybrimbor-baby]

We listen and we do not judge - cit Celebrimbor

[the-korova]

I am so glad that the word blorbos exists now. It’s so much more evocative and accurate than “comfort character”. Like, they’re different things. He doesn’t bring me comfort, he makes my hands itchy and I want to polish him with pledge. I want to put him in a Pringle’s tube and shake him. I want to brush his hair and put little shoes on him like a Bratz doll. That’s a blorbo.

[illusionremember]

[sillybrimbor-baby]

No one: Absolutely no one: Not even a single soul: Feanor, about to die:

[sillybrimbor-baby]

Writing my silly little fic with my silly little sillybrimbor in it is not enough I need to fight myself to try and make him happy in this one

[sillybrimbor-baby]

Sometimes when I am preparing a university exam I like to pretend I am a elf lore master acquiring knowledge and preserving it for the sake of its keeping and my own wisdom.

The truth is that I look more like a sleep deprived copy of Gollum high on caffeine and ready to have a meltdown if i don’t get all the answer correctly

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Feral Maglor has been found

Celebrian, smiling at Maglor: What do you want for breakfast? Maglor, with oath-crazy eyes: I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN. Celebrian: *is shocked* Elrond, sighs: He wants eggs.

[sillybrimbor-baby]

Oh to be a fly on the wall and witness the baby twins with Maglor and love growing between them

[sun-snatcher]

The twins had nightmares often.

Elrond dreamt of an unquenchable fire.

Not the kind that tempered steel and glowed like a light, but the kind that scalded and blistered and burned to the touch. He’d wake up wailing his body was alight, tears in his eyes when he ran for Maedhros’ comforting touch, and would ramble between his weeping about what he’d seen— blinding, searing flames; the smell of ashen flesh and skin.

Elros dreamt of the shores.

Sometimes he was drowned into a black maw by mighty waves of the tide crashing against cliffs, but most of the time he was often gazing into the dimming white eye of a beast, sinking somewhere beneath the abyssal depths of the sea. He never woke up frightened like his brother did, but he always woke up with a grief so profound in his chest it rendered him inconsolable.

And so Maglor took to lullabying them to sleep when he could whenever came nightfall, because they swore his voice seemed the only thing able to calm their dreams into something more restful and peaceable.

(It didn’t always work, though.)

Maedhros and Maglor discerned it early on as the Mannish trait of the Peredhil simply presenting itself in muddled dreams, borne from the horrors of war at too fragile an age; a chimerical hybrid of memories blurring with child-like fantasy.

It will take them a long while later, when the brothers finally stand— one at the foot of a fiery pit, and the other at the heart of the sea— and alas, realise then; the Peredhel twins were terrorised not by their dreams, but by their gift of foresight.

[djarinvettel]

i’m not even lying when i say he literally just took my breathe away