#silm feels

[feyandferal]

Declarations of love.

Broke: You're my Lúthien.

Woke: You're my fourth Silmaril.

Bespoke: I would drench my sword in the blood of my kin just to find my way back to you. I'd burn ships, plunder cities, I'd become a monstrous, ruinous thing, a creature of sin and guilt, a thief in the night, a maker of orphans, just to touch you again. And I, an unholy vessel for your undying light, would gladly take the pain of holding you, flesh charring, arms twitching, nerves dying in excruciating bliss. Let me love you in all the wrong, twisted ways. Let me love you like I have already lost you.

[maglorslostsilmaril]

sometimes i wish there was a universe where none of my comfort characters are dead, and they all lived happily ever after but then i remember my comfort characters are maedhros and maglor and because this is the silmarillion fandom nothing but pain awaits

[feyandferal]

I'm not asking if you'd die for me - I know you would. Nor am I asking whether you'd kill for me - I've seen that answer written in crimson on your skin, felt its truth sink into my bones, this cold ruin we share. I'm asking if you'd live for me. Breathe me into your lungs and let me spread through your blood, live even if only for the briefest of moments in between duty and survival. Cling to me, please, please, with arms and legs and everything in you that claws to be forgiven. Give me the ugliness, the raw edge in your voice, the fear in your gut, the mistakes you'd make again, sear them into my very being and be free of them - and live, oh live, my red doom, love me with every mangled part of your soul, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours.

[feyandferal]

What if we kissed on the beach with the blood of our kin on our shaking, hungry hands ? What if I erased your tears with my lips, your shame with my body ? What if I hid you in my cabin, far from the unforgiving ice ?

Would you forgive me then ?

[feyandferal]

How are you today, lord Celebrimbor?

I am fine (he's ever watching. watching. watching me)

I am fine (golden hair, golden eyes, golden smiles)

I am fine (he speaks about the rings with such fervor)

I am fine (under his hands I am but molten metal)

I am fine (the coldness, sometimes, when he clasps my shoulder)

I am fine (he grows tired of my fickleness. I am sure his anger meant nothing)

I am fine (the sting of betrayal less painful than my own foolishness)

I am fine (the Three are safe, and will remain so)

I am fine (golden hair, crimson hands. beauty amidst torment)

I am fine (unfeeling as my body becomes yet another object under his control)

Voting ended onNov 17, 2025

[feyandferal]

Believe me, I would do it again. All of it. The swords and the blood and the blame and the howling wolves in the night. The cracking minds and the groaning earth. The name I lost and the epithets I gained. The battles and the fire and the maddening grief forged in loneliness. Believe me, I will not repent. I will not bow to those who listened but could not hear, who judged but could never understand. This is me, and my blackened heart. This is me, and the lives I twisted and tore apart. This is all of me, and it belongs with all of you. Believe me, lover, if I could turn the Void into our wedding bed, its darkness as silk sheets, its silence as a mattress for our weary soul, I would, oh, I would.

[feyandferal]

What else remains to be done but...

Seize that Silmaril (how dare they lay claim to the reason of our suffering)

Seize that Silmaril (blood on my sword but no victory to show for it)

Seize that Silmaril (the forest is empty as I call their names)

Seize that Silmaril (ships burning again and I am unworthy of the prize I seek)

Seize that Silmaril (did he really think I would kill those boys ?)

Seize those Silmarils (my heart an empty vessel no light can guide back home)

Seize that Silmaril (the burn in my fingers settles into my soul)

Hold that Silmaril (I breathe at last but only ashes fill my lungs)

Hold that Silmaril (the only freedom left is ruin)

Jump (I wished it would not have been so, brother)

Voting ended onOct 5, 2025

[well-traveled]

Today on Silmarillion Feels:

I just realised that Fingons body is probably lying somewhere in that big pile of death also knows as Haudh-en-Nirnaeth and i’m not sure if i will ever be ok again.