#celebrimbor

[silvergiftingweek]

Silvergifting Week begins tomorrow! It will run August 10-16, 2026.

Info post

List of prompts

When you post your fanwork, please use @silvergiftingweek and the tag #silvergiftingweek so that it can be found for reblogging. The fanworks will be reblogged in this blog during the week of the event. Late entries are also welcome!

Happy creating!

– mod @elennalore

[pleasedontlickthewoodpolish]

It’s very funny to me that the Rings of Power TV show decided to imply that Earendil and Celebrimbor were good friends at some point, and were never able to say a single thing about the wild relationship that must have been Celebrimbor and Elwing. Like, can you imagine…

Earendil: Honey, we’re invited to Celebrimbor’s place for dinner tomorrow!

Elwing: The same Celebrimbor whose dad murdered my parents?

Earendil:

Elwing: The same Celebrimbor whose uncle kidnapped and tried to rape my grandmother?

Earendil:

Elwing: The same Celebrimbor whose—

Earendil: We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.

Elwing: No, no, of course we’re going. But the man owes me a whole lot more than a dinner invitation.

[verecunda]

Celebrimbor: "You cannot expect me to believe that you are a messenger from the Valar."

*cue thunder and lightning, the wind blowing open the windows as if Manwë himself is screaming "DAMN RIGHT HE FUCKING ISN'T!!!"*

Celebrimbor, getting up to close the window: "Eh, that could mean anything."

[ithildinwrites]

curufin… and celebrimbor…

[iggiru]

Literally everybody about Annatar: he has the face of a high-class hooker and an escort! He’ll rob you, transfer all your property into his name, then murder you and ride off into the sunset.

Celebrimbor: no way, that’s impossible! He told me he goes to church every single day, feeds the homeless, plays with orphans and loves animals.

[aeiou142857]

Ringmakers

[hericeeee]

[iggiru]

I like to ponder how beautifully poetic it would be if certain natural phenomena - ball lightning, the aurora borealis, volcanic lightning crackling through a dirty thunderstorm or dangerous, toxic-choked thermal springs, had been born of a burst of passion and the creative union of Mairon and Melkor in an age long past…

Back when the Ainur had not yet bound themselves to physical forms, when Mairon had only just met Melkor, the confluence of their feelings, their passion, the shared torrent of their minds and ideas, and their love amidst the act of creation would give birth to something truly terrifying, yet breathtakingly sublime. In that young, burgeoning world, it belonged to no one but them…

And tragically, when Melkor was imprisoned for the second time forever, Mairon would never again be able to experience such unbridled creative will, such pure, raw elemental energy of bringing something into existence with anyone else.

Yes, he and Celebrimbor crafted and forged together, but that was something else entirely. It was physical. Not bad, merely fundamentally different - delicate, precise and subtle. Whereas with Melkor, it had been pure, unadulterated energy and tempest - explosions, wildness and the raw passion of the primordial elements.