#silm fic

[sandmoer]

The Funeral

For Maedhros

[balrogballs]

apologies @tolkiensiblingsweek i managed my time badly this week and had no hours to write anything substantial, so please accept my quick little dry brush sketch of elrond and elros. also please appreciate the grey in elros’ hair and beard. this is a house welcoming of DILFs.

anyway, my little headcanon is that elros, being ridiculously long-lived, also possessed another gift, which is that he physically ages ridiculously slowly even compared to his own children. i like to see him as like 400 here. however, his views and personality, being so long-lived and also raised not only by elves but the nostalgia-riddled Noldor amidst their retvrn project, are not as swift to change as those of the other Edain. by which i mean, late in his rule, elros is the Numenorean equivalent of ‘old man yells at sky’, muttering about outfits getting too brazen and revealing and grumbling about parliamentary democracy, a phenomenon made all the more disconcerting by how he looks younger than his own grandchildren.

[erumelde]

Thranduil and his wife Nelisteth by @mandhos

Can you see this? This art is so incredible, please check out the artist's other work! The lights in their hair, the clothing... and the colours are all so beautiful and magical. It's giving 🍃🌙✨️Enchanted Woodland Realm ✨️🌙🍃 and I love it so, so much 💕

This was made for my fanfic The Flowers of Spring which you can read here.

[aylen-san]

Maglor Fëanorian.

Fan art created with AI for non-commercial purposes.

[skaelds]

Commissioned this awesome piece from @asinoeiv for my Melkor joins the fellowship au (here) isn't it just perfect?? It was a delight to commission from her, please check her page <3 For those who read the fic, let's play a game of spotting as many easter egg details as you can!! :3

support the og artist, reblog for visibility

[antlered-vixen]

Light Splintered and Sewn, Epilogue.

It is out. I have at long last slain my white whale.

Chapter 33: After life - death, after death - life again

The Timeless Halls were nowhere located. Rather than a site, they were an outsideness. When Fëanáro, then, thither found himself, and for how the Eldarin soul was so vitally connected to Arda, he might have not known where he was but he knew with keen, irradicable precision where he was not: anywhere in creation.

Ñolofinwë and Fëanáro are dead.

In Beleriand, the world rearranges itself around their absence. Their kin, their realms, their ventures - all must go on. In Aman, tidings of both victory and death bring further tension to balances already frail.

And in the dread Halls of Mandos, where awaits durance and judgment, Fëanáro's soul argues a case not for himself, but something far larger. Who owns death? Who divinity? Who decrees the rules of healing? How is kindled the cruel miracle of life? And, ultimately, is it even worth it at all?

Credits to the keenly talented @angamaite-der-ritter for the art.

[whovianofmidgard]

Fated Ends

For Day 3 of @maedhrosmaglorweek

I was inspired to try this kind of poetry by @two-bees-poetry 's work, specifically this and this. And man oh man is it a lot harder than it looks.

Poem is also available on Ao3

[camille-lachenille]

Elrond eats porridge with dry salted fish and nuts for breakfast, every single day without exception for centuries. Celebrían wonders, at the start of their marriage, and asks him why he eats this. Elrond shrugs "I don't know, it tastes comforting somehow." and they leave it at this, even if Celebrían refuses to kiss Elrond until he's brushed his teeth after breakfast because she likes her porridge full of honey and seasonal berries, like a person of refined taste. Elrond teases her for her sweet tooth, she teases him for his ungodly taste in food.

Until Celebrían has to Sail and leave everything she's ever known behind. Her uncle awaits for her at the dock, and she lets herself be coddled by her grandparents and distant relatives. Nothing feels comforting, like home. And one day, Finrod brings her to a tower far north, where one of his friends live. "She will understand you, help you." he says, and Celebríand chooses to believe him.

Elwing is sharp mannered and gentle at the same time. She doesn't treat Celebrían like she's made of glass, immediately involves her in the daily life. In the morning, Elwing makes breakfast, and places a bowl of porridge with dried fish and nuts in front of Celebrían. It tastes strange and yet comforting and, for the first time since she Sailed, Celebrían feels home. "Elrond eats his porridge just like that." she says. "He doesn't know why but it comforts him."

Elwing smiles.