#nyolofinwe

[curustitch]

Happy birthday @nyolofinwe :) the pixel is by the amazing @alackofghosts as always! I hope you like it!

[alackofghosts]

a collab with @nyolofinwe!!! they did the original drawing + underpainting and i did the rest \o/

[thelioninmybed]

thank u for all your silm edits dude.... i love them.

Thank you! Here is an Xmas one (sort of) just for you!

[simaethae]

hey @nyolofinwe i’m super happy i got to write for someone as sweet and talented as you for @tolkiensecretsanta2017! hoping you and bee are having a lovely time over the holidays!!

Eregion was northerly enough for the winters to be cold, though the holly still grew green, and the fast-flowing Sirannon rarely iced over. Annatar seemed imperturbable as ever, despite the chill in the air – though the snow did tend to melt where he stood, which Tyelperinquar took as a sign of distaste.

The wind was cutting; he quickened his pace, and tugged his collar up, a little rueful, hurrying along the path.

“I see,” Annatar said, gravely, when Tyelperinquar stepped up behind him and wrapped arms around his waist, catching up to him. “I had thought you valued my company for its own sake, Tyelpe. Clearly I was mistaken.”

Tyelperinquar nuzzled the back of his neck, nosing at his braid.

“That’s right,” he agreed. “I’ve just been keeping you around as a heat source. Not very convenient, but reasonably portable – “

Annatar wrinkled his nose, though he settled his fingers over Tyelperinquar’s hands, warming them.

“The shortsightedness of the Eldar,” he said, satisfied to be in the right. The lamps nearby cast long black shadows from the pillars edging the courtyard, shining upon his face as he smiled. Tyelperinquar closed his eyes, for a moment, resting his weight against Annatar’s shoulders.

It was still cold, but he waited, putting his errand off: until voices echoing on stone reminded him to brush back his hair and straighten, with a sigh. Students were dispersing at the end of one of the Mírdain’s lectures; a rush of sound as the doors opened, casting firelight out to waver glittering upon the snow.

“Did you –“ Annatar started, and Tyelperinquar let his mouth crook upwards.

“Come on,” he said, taking the other’s hand to tug him along. “Since we’re talking about it, my study could use warming – “

“Tyelpe, really,” Annatar said, making a face; but he was following, anyway.

***

The wind gusted around the chimneys, making the fire leap in Tyelperinquar’s hearth. Annatar, having arranged himself elegantly on the couch, elbow propped against the cushions, raised an eyebrow as Tyelperinquar dropped down next to him.

“Well?”

“You’re the most impatient person I know,” Tyelperinquar noted, amused. “Alright. Move over, though.”

There was a certain amount of tacit negotiation, ending when Annatar, looking resigned, drew himself up cross-legged onto the seat-cushion and pulled Tyelperinquar’s feet into his lap, letting the other sprawl back over the rest of the couch. Tyelperinquar pushed his hair back and grinned at Annatar, who looked away, failing to hide a smile.

“So Galadriel keeps writing to me,” Tyelperinquar started, and paused, as Annatar gave him a flat look. “Yes, alright, I know you don’t like her, she’s my friend, we’ve had that discussion before.”

“It’s hardly that I disliked her,” Annatar demurred, sounding hurt. “I hope she’s not trying to further involve you in her marital difficulties. If you want my opinion – “

“I can guess at it,” Tyelperinquar said, dryly. “No, she isn’t, not that she ever tried to in the first place. But – well, you know how she and Elrond have been so concerned these past few centuries, all those vague hints about some sort of darkness in the East?”

Annatar tilted his head, looking thoughtful.

“I know what they’ve been saying, yes.”

“So now she’s on the Eastern side of the mountains – well. Some of the rumours coming up the Anduin are apparently getting more concrete than we’ve been hearing over here.” Tyelperinquar glanced aside, for a moment, as Annatar waited attentively, smoothing a thumb over the arch of his foot in absent comfort. Then looked back, meeting Annatar’s steady gaze.

“Annatar – you said you were in the East, before you came here. If there is anything you can think of…”

He trailed off, abruptly uncertain, looking at Annatar in appeal. Annatar waited a moment longer, and then let out his breath, with a brief, wry smile.

“Tyelpe. I can give you what information I have about the peoples there, though I don’t know what use it will be – the mortal nations change so swiftly that even a century or so can upturn them entirely.” He made a face, again.

“But if I thought there was any threat to you – Tyelperinquar, you know I’d tell you. I don’t care what your cousin thinks of me. You’re the one who matters.”

He watched Tyelperinquar, until the other – sighed, and let himself relax, dropping his head back against the silk of the cushions. The fire crackled in the hearth, warm light striking glints of colour from Tyelperinquar’s dark hair.

“I know. But if there is something you can tell us – it might not be something you’d think of as important, even. If we can put enough details together…”

Annatar smiled, and ran his thumb down across Tyelperinquar’s ankle, smoothing his fingers over the other’s skin to grip at his calf.

“Of course. And you’re right, we should think about defence. You know how I value you, Tyelpe; I’ll take whatever precautions you like, if it makes you happier.”

“Yes, I – “

He cut off with a hiss. Annatar had pulled his leg up, hand slipping beneath the loose fabric of his trousers, and pressed his mouth to the skin there, leaving a light, fading imprint of his teeth.

The wind rose outside: there would be ice on the windows in the morning, but within the draped curtains and the firelight, neither paid attention.

“No, don’t worry,” Annatar said, after a moment, pulling regretfully back. “I can see you want to discuss strategy. I shouldn’t distract – “

“If you want distractions,” Tyelperinquar said, sitting up, exasperated; and then reached out to Annatar, who was trying not to laugh, and pulled him down.

[joyfullynervouscreator]

@nyolofinwe​ said: manwë made starlings for varda; that’s why they’re so plentiful! he loved her so much he was just like, all of these are for you

and maybe I had to write that:

“But… what are they?” Varda wondered, looking at the tiny flying creatures. As she watched, they all seemed to turn, following the lead of one, shaping wondrous figures in the air that fascinated her with their transience. There it was a circle, but now an arrow that became a wave in an instant.

“I have called them starlings, my love,” Manwë replied, satisfied as he watched the small birds fly hither and yon, but always forming constellations of a sort – just the type of bird Varda would like, he thought. “Starlings-”

He forgot what he wanted to say in the heat of her kisses, flitting like starlight through his mind, but it didn’t matter: far below, the starlings would continue to dance for her, mimicking the much slower dance of Varda’s heavens.

[vardasvapors]

nienna!

I THOUGHT…..NIENNA WAS SINGLE….okay this doesn’t have anything to do with that. Since nienna the ghost-fucking/necrophiliac goddess hanging around Mandos is Terrible I’ll keep your nienna/varda au in mind. She cries during, and then cries again after, but in different ways. For the heights of pleasure make reminders of the depths of sorrow all the steeper and darker a plunge, and the ending of good things leads to mourning. ‘but we can do it again’ says someone. this has no effect, however. anyway she never initiates but draws people in, and then subjects them to her depth of feelings and sensitivity and tenderness and wistfulness until almost everyone gives up and leaves before getting to second base. uh, except varda i guess. and olorin? idk man whatever. she and namo probably compare notes and boggle over irmo’s bizarre ecstaties.

[inziladun]

[nelyafinwe]

nyolofinwe ha risposto al tuo post “maedhros unironically loves spending his entire day studying”

Help them brotherly bonding over being study bugs is too cute

amrod and amras come pester them in the library and yell at them until they relent and come out 

quende ha risposto al tuo post “maedhros unironically loves spending his entire day studying”

agreed but tactics as opposed to economy in my onion

you’re probably right maedhros is the law & diplomacy freak and caranthir just wants to win at age of empires with a 100% monk army 

also ‘your onion’ lhsfsjdfksjhfdsjkh