#senalishia

[sauroff]

My Gift for @senalishia​ for the @gatesofsummerexchange​ ♥ I know I asked about the russingon, but I changed my mind. There is a lot of russingon out there, but not as much of these 3 :) I’m leaving an alternative version below the cut 

[orbitingmypond]

Tolkien Secret Santa 2022: Winter Wonderland

Eowyn and Faramir are in Edoras to visit Eomer and Lothiriel for Yule. Faramir's inner child gets to play in the snow!

(2000 words of possibly the fluffiest farawyn ever written. they just love each other so much 🥹)

for @senalishia // @tolkiensecretsanta

Rating: G / No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Eowyn/Faramir, background Eomer/Lothiriel

WC: 2208

Other tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Snow Day, Yule

A cold beam of light shone in the window, falling across Eowyn’s face as she slept. She snuggled in farther to the softness of the bed and the warmth of her husband next to her. It had been a long journey to Edoras and a longer one since she had woken up here.

They had arrived late the night before, just in time for Yule celebrations to begin. This was the first year that she had been back since the war, and the first visit since Eomer’s wedding months earlier. Even in the early morning light, everything seemed brighter than it ever had been. 

But the light from the window was in her eyes now, no matter how much she curled into Faramir’s side. With a groan of resignation, she pushed herself up from the nest of blankets and went to pull the curtain even further closed. But the sight through the sliver of window uncovered by the curtain stopped Eowyn in her tracks.

Soon the beam of light fell across Faramir’s face, disturbing him from what had been a lovely dream. He had been in a hammock full of bunnies, who were gently rocking him back and forth, back and forth… He cracked one eye open. There were no bunnies, and no hammock, and no… where was Eowyn? The other side of the bed was a pile of linens and furs, but no blonde hair curled underneath. 

He yawned and opened his eyes a bit farther, blinking in the light from the now-open curtains. Eowyn was standing nearly nose to the window, holding the curtains next to her face. In the illumination of the sunrise, her hair glowed and Faramir felt his chest swell with love at the sight of his wife, barefoot and wrinkled nightclothes, standing across the room. The bed creaked as he sat up, and Eowyn whirled around.

“Faramir,” she said, eyes shining. “It’s snowing.”

He rubbed one sleepy eye. “I’m sure it is. Didn’t it snow last night as we came in? Come back to bed.” He gently pushed the covers back in invitation.

But Eowyn’s return to bed was not one of quiet or restfulness. Instead, she wrapped a fur around her and sat upright. “Yes, I know there was snow on the ground last night, but now it’s snowing . I haven’t seen it in so long, it’s like I’m a little girl again.”

Faramir snorted. “You missed the cold? When we live in Ithilien?”

Eowyn gently pet his hair, brushing a lock out of his eyes and behind his ear. “Oh, darling. No, I love living in Ithilien with you. And I don’t miss the cold. But… there’s something so magical about a snowfall. Didn’t you ever feel that as a child?”

Faramir smiled up at her, pressing a kiss against the palm of her hand as she brushed it across his cheek. “No, never as a child. I only saw snow in drawings. I’ve seen it since then, of course. But it’s less beautiful when you’re huddling in a cave by the fire.”

Eowyn laughed softy. “Well, good thing you’re here with me then, instead of in a cave with your sad, soggy rangers.”

Faramir laughed as well. “Indeed, my love. I must say, your enthusiasm is contagious. I have never thought of snow as a magical thing, but I feel suddenly as though I’m seeing it for the first time all over again.”

Eowyn’s eyes lit up. “Faramir,” she said, suddenly urgent. “Let’s go outside.”

He looked up at her. “Right now? When the bed is so cozy and warm? Nooo let’s just cuddle here for a while and watch it. It’ll keep snowing, I’m sure, right? We can go out later.” He reached an arm up to wrap around her. She let him pull her back down to the bed, but when he nuzzled into her neck, started laughing.

“Faramir!” she got out between giggles. “Let go of me! Come on, it’ll be so pretty! And when we come back, the bed will still be warm and waiting for us. Up! Get your coat on!”

With a dramatic groan, he released her and flopped back on the bed. “Without breakfast?”

She reached over to cup his cheek, and pressed a kiss against his nose. “Come on, you get dressed, I’ll get us something to eat.”

read the rest on ao3!

[oopsbirdficced]

Hearth and Home

Art by @senalishia / Ao3

Story by @oopsbirdficced / ingenious_spark (AO3)

Fic rating: M/16+

Warnings: minor sexual content

Relationships: Caranthir/Original Dwarf Character

Characters: Caranthir, Original Dwarf Character

Tags: domestic fluff, caretaking, bathing & washing, cooking, established relationship, married couple, massage, genderqueer character, agender character, dwarf culture & customs, illustrated work

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Caranthir returns home after a long journey, ready for some quality time alone with their spouse, the dwarf Birzirkhîn. A quiet night awaits, full of the comforts of hearth and home.

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A collaboration created for the 2021 Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang, @tolkienrsb !!!!!

Collection/link will go live on September 6th

[absynthe--minded]

I have to keep reminding myself that I almost never enjoy fics in the 5+1 format. Most authors do not have five separate and fully-fertile concepts to explore and they just get bogged down and rambley.

I don’t read a lot of 5+1 fics just because I tend to favor short character pieces over everything else, so I can’t personally Confirm or anything. But I support you in this conclusion, friend. (We ought to have a standardized tag for 5+1 fics. I wonder if we do.)

[arofili]

@senalishia replied to your post “give me a character from the silmarillion and i’ll tell you how they didn’t actually die”

celebrimbor

Okay, to be fair, Tyelpë did die, but Sauron wasn’t called the Necromancer for nothing. He stitched Tyelpë back together, reattached his soul, kept him around. He might still be around, his lover’s plaything, if Barad-dûr hadn’t been destroyed...maybe he is, even so.

@prismatic-starstuff

[archivistbot]

Archivist, could your Beholding powers ever get so powerful as to let you see into other dimensions?

GERARDI mean, you can’t die, obviously, but you can… do other things.

ARCHIVISTI… err…

GERARDYeah, other things. I’m… I’m going to see you later.

ARCHIVISTYou’re sure? You’ve not -

[elesianne]

rencat replied to your post “I am finally VERY close to the end of Your spirit calling out to mine...”

POST IT! HOLIDAY READING - DROWN MEH!!

senalishia replied to your post “I am finally VERY close to the end of Your spirit calling out to mine...”

We don't read fanfiction for "properly" plotted stories. We show up for the family bickering.

Thanks for the encouragement guys :) I will probably post almost all of what I’ve written, I’ll just work on transitions and so on to make it a bit less messy. And it’s definitely my goal to finish the fic and hopefully also post it by the end of the year, with the caveat that if some new and exciting health problem flares up again then it will be delayed once again.

[penny-anna]

@senalishia replied to your post: the 33=21 thing for hobbit ages is still my...

Depends on what you think of Hobbit attitudes toward child labor, I guess; there are definitely periods of English history where it wouldn’t be unusual for someone of Sam’s class to start doing serious work at 11-12 years old

yeah that’s true, the other option is that the Shire just has, kind of shitty child labour standards. it’s a plausible interpretation but also kind of an uncomfortable one? I generally don’t think about the aging thing too much tbqh