#celegorm

[ladysterndust]

Curufin: Wait, you really think it’s a good idea? You’ve actually, like, considered it before you decided to speak?

Celegorm: Well, yeah. What’s wrong?

Curufin: …

Curufin: Thank fuck you’re pretty.

[elronds-library]

Our war yet unwon, what's been said and done [WIP]

by jauneclair (@ecofutural)

Fingon said, "I have loved you long enough to know that you will never allow any judgement to fall upon your brothers but yours. No matter that it makes me look feckless and disloyal to Finrod’s people and my own, as well.” “Then do not force me into a position where I must defend them!” Maedhros cried. “Forced!” Fingon slammed the goblet down. It fell, splashing red wine in an arc across the rug and the hem of Fingon’s fine robes. Fingon spread his arms wide so that Maedhros could see his soiled robe, the red soaking the dark blue so that it was nearly black. “Yes, indeed, this is the look of someone who forces you to do a thing against your will.” --- Following the theft of a Silmaril, Maedhros tells Fingon of his plan for a great military Union against Morgoth. But Fingon has not forgotten Celegorm and Curufin's abduction of Luthien--and in his anger, accidentally reveals to Maedhros an old and terrible secret.

Teen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Words: 2,251

[aylen-san]

Beryl of Aman

Daughter of a Noldorin smith and a Sindarin mother.

A craftswoman, jeweler, gardener, keeper of old memories, and wife of Celegorm.

Born in the years before the Sun and Moon, she survived the ruin of Beleriand and carried fragments of lost histories across the Ages. What began as notes, names, and family records eventually became one of the most complete surviving genealogical chronicles of the Eldar.

Though known for her work with metal and gemstones, Beryl is just as often found among berry bushes and herbs, speaking softly to plants as if they were old friends.

Her hands are the hands of a smith: strong, steady, scarred by honest work. Yet those same hands are known for restoring beauty, preserving memory, and offering healing through the green stone Elessar.

She never quite became accustomed to being called a princess.

She still prefers workshops to courts, gardens to ceremonies, and a quiet evening at home with her husband, a growing collection of animals, and far too many unfinished projects.

But if you ask those who know her, they will tell you that wherever Beryl lives, a house becomes a home.

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[ladysterndust]

Is there a name for this thing?

Celegorm and Curufin are just being brothers. So, like they are with the other five sons of Fëanor? Well.

I like to think about characters who are neither romantically nor sexually involved — and yet who are absolutely not normal about each other. Characters whose relationships are entirely platonic, but also codependent, jealous, obsessive, and toxic. Characters who bring out the worst in each other.

So, Celegorm and Curufin.

I am fond of the headcanon that they are both aggressively (read: homophobically) heterosexual, and yet every woman who ever entered a relationship with either of them eventually came to realize that there would always be “three of us in the marriage.”

Perhaps young Curvo is one of the reasons Tyelkormo and Irissë never act on their feelings for one another. Of course, they become companions in all their escapades, hunts, and adventures — after all, Curvo is there as well. They build a friendship so strong that eventually even considering romance feels awkward.

Irissë dislikes the model of womanhood and marriage she sees in her mother. She wants to be free, equal, independent — a comrade-in-arms rather than a wife. She does not yet realize that marriage can be that too.

Tyelko is deeply invested in his family. The miniature Fëanáro perpetually trailing after him certainly reinforces that impression.

Perhaps Tyelkormo’s constant presence in Curufinwë’s household eventually makes Curufin’s wife realize that her husband still belongs to his father’s family. Shouldn’t he separate from it, draw boundaries, preserve some privacy for his new family?

But what privacy can there be when Turkafinwë is not exactly a guest in their home? He simply exists wherever Curvo does.

Curufinwë himself does not fully understand that, for spouses, their new family is supposed to come first. He loves his wife. He loves Tyelpë. Yet he remains in constant companionship with Tyelko, planning his daily life and leisure alongside him.

And when Curufinwë swears the Oath, his wife finally understands that he will always be driven first and foremost by loyalty to his father’s house.

Celegorm and Curufin were endearingly close in their youth. As losses, hardship, bitterness, and every imaginable form of trauma-bonding accumulate, they become disturbingly close.

Of course, on the surface this is merely the detached, ironic, poisonous communication of two hardened men united by common purpose rather than by any desire to be together. Men who are practical. Men who do not waste words — where “do not waste words” really means “do not communicate feelings.”

Perhaps because they have been trained on one another like hunting hounds.

They read each other through the tension in a shoulder, the arch of an eyebrow, the curve of a mouth. There is nothing between them that can be identified as abnormal, and yet something dangerous and unsettling hangs in the air around them.

That fierce bond occasionally emerges on the battlefield, when Celegorm searches his brother for wounds with wild eyes. It is visible when Curufin silently places a hand on an enraged Celegorm’s wrist. It becomes almost obvious when they exchange a glance while listening to Finrod — unmistakably thinking the same thing. It turns ominous when Curufin, casually and without comment, dresses and arms Celegorm according to his own judgement. It becomes morbidly intimate when they treat one another’s rooms, possessions, and personal space as shared.

And yet it remains endearing in those rare moments when they comfort one another — pressing their foreheads together, steadying each other by the elbow, sharing brief embraces.

[angband-thrall-no-1035]

Hello! I saw your comment on my post about the AU where Celegorm becomes High King. First of all, thank you so much for liking it! Also, I totally agree with your point of view.

I believe Celegorm would never renounce the crown as his elder brother did. The Noldor under his and Curufin's leadership may either fall apart, or be driven by the oath like a derailed train, rushing wildly to crush everything — and ultimately destroy themselves.

And sorry if I bothered you.

It was too awesome not to share my thoughts! (And asks are never a bother, especially not as politely as this 😊). He was so fabulous and sparkly. ✨

I definitely think he'd be bolder in taking on Morgoth, perhaps sending far more elves out to hunt orcs and definitely getting more bossy with his brothers, perhaps Curufin excluded because of the pair being closer. If Maedhros and Maglor make it back alive I can see him being aggressive and possessive over his power, possibly even keeping them forcefully out of the public eye.

Another thing that I found interesting to think about is his plan with Lúthien. As high king I can see him abusing his power to perhaps force Thingol's hand into betrothing Lúthien to him. If the marriage goes well then I can actually see that part of the Silmarillion going better. I mean if the elves are allied (however strenuously) it helps a lot against Morgoth. This would probably also mean that the Silmarils all stay with Morgoth for longer.

Almost everything I write is a "what if" AU because the Silmarillion is so interesting for things like that! So many possibilities and characters. <3

[elves-as-things-my-friends-said]

Curufin: can you pass me something to measure with?

Celegorm: my ass.

Curufin: I need something bigger.

Celegorm: damn...

Curufin: bigger than the matterless void that's where your ass would be if you had one.

[arytang]

What shines brighter than a crown?

It's Celegorm's gleaming head.

This piece came from joking around with friends about an AU where Celegorm becomes regent, and here's the artwork.

Me: The more I look at it, the more I think the Noldor are doomed.

Friend: Don't worry, Curufin will be pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Me: That's even worse.

Me: I can't help laughing thinking all this armor and Gold jewelry was painstakingly forged by Curvo for Celegorm.

[happyperle]

oh no ! Reincarnated as the fair and cruel prince who kidnap the hal-elven princess ! Now i have to help her and my half cousin in her quest to save her mortal lover to undoom my family !