#thingolxmelian

[aotearoa20]

May Fic Recs

All That's Best of Dark and Bright

Author: clothonono Characters: Thingol/Melian Rating: Gen Word Count: 1844

Tell me more about married. "I do not know very much," Thingol said. "I have never been married before.” The night laughed. The woodland breeze caressed his hair. A nightingale settled on his shoulder. We are the same. He thought they must be the two most different people in all of Arda. He tried to think of more to tell her. "Among my people, marriage is a bond in the spirit and the flesh." Flesh! So much of you is flesh. What is it like to be matter? "I am matter?" You are enormous! she said. And you are very full of water. "No lady has ever given me such a compliment," he said. He could tell that it was a compliment, a strong one.

In which Thingol and Melian finally take stock after the dissipation of the enchantments of Nan. I think this is one of my favourite fics of this pairing that I read so far. They are both so delightfully weird and low key creepy but in a way that shows how perfect they are for each other. I love it so much!

Read here. Author’s Tumblr: @clothonono

Note: This fic is archive locked

[artbyanca]

Love beneath the trees

Thingol and Melian meet in the woods of Nan Elmoth

'No word she spoke but being filled with love Elwë came to her and took her hand; and straightaway a spell was laid on him, so that they stood thus, hand in hand, while long years were measured by the wheeling stars above them; and the trees of Nan Elmoth grew tall and dark ere they spoke any word to one another.'

JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion Chapter 4: Of Thingol and Melian

Beren and Luthien meet in the woods of Doriath. 

Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering. 

"Lay of Leithian" by J.R.R Tolkien

Ink and colored pencils 

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“I do not deserve you.”

Melian turned to her husband, sitting of the new bed of the palace they had been building for the past decade. It is not often he speaks so quiet, nor seems so small.

“I could create the greatest kingdom in all of Elvenesse and would not be worthy you. I can’t give you what you deserve”

She sighs, though her smile is fond. When she wanders to the window he follows her. Outside his people, theirs, she reminds herself with joy in her heart, sit in the great courtyard. They sing and laugh, rejoicing in the twilight of the work their hands had built. The city grows more beautiful each passing day.

But when she turns to her husband there is only discontent on his face.

“You deserve the light of Aman,” she says, studying how his brow furrows ever so slightly, “You deserve Arda as it was unmarred before Melkor. At the very least the safety and joy of the Valinor. And yet that way is closed to you now.”

Because of me. She doesn’t say the words but they linger in air between them. He looks as though he would to protest but she shakes her head. Speaking in the way of her people, without words. When he is satisfied she continues.

“If it was offered to you now? Would you leave these shores?”

He blinks, glancing to the city below. His expression softens as he looks across it.

“No.” He says at last, “This is my home. I- ”

“I am happy here.” She steals his words and makes them her own

His eyes widen as she smiles. He looks upon her in wonder, would that he knew how often she did the same.

“Do you understand, my love?”

“I… I am trying”

She hums softly and the wind sings with her, pulling at the hair of the King so that it flickers in silver waves. Her laughs fills the air about them with unbridled joy as she brushes it out of his, too solemn, face.

“And I am patient,” she replies

“I love you.”

Melian answers in the way of the Firstborn, pressing her lips against his and pulling him into her embrace. Outside the birds sang and the people of Thingol cheered, teasing and joyful as they watched their King on the balcony above.