#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

[hernesstepchild]

Maedhros: "Atya, I cannot believe you made him a sword!"

Feanor: "That's what he said he wanted for his begetting day present!"

Maedhros: "You speak crab now?"

Feanor: "You thought I wouldn't learn?"

Feanor: "Besides, it isn't very sharp."

Maedhros: "WHY IS IT SHARP AT ALL?"

Maglor: *Tries his new sword out on a hardboiled egg still in its shell, cleanly cutting it in two*

Maglor: *Begins eating happily*

Feanor: "See? He can use it to cut up his own food now! Would you deprive your brother of something he is taking evident enjoyment in?"

Maedhros: *Eyes Maglor*

Maglor: *Picks up his sword in his larger claw and waves it cheerfully at him*

Maedhros: *Gives in with a sigh*

Maedhros: "Happy begetting day, little brother."

On AO3