#tolkiengenweek

[ministarfruit]

Éomer & Éowyn for @tolkiengenweek day 1: family

[die-auster]

I wonder if they wished that Boromir somehow survived this?..

For @tolkiengenweek day 7 – Freeform

[thelordsoftherings]

@tolkiengenweek day five // Culture

Hobbits have been living and farming in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years. Quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk — Middle-Earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count. Hobbits must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great warriors, nor counted among the very wise. In fact, it has been remarked by some that the Hobbits' only real passion is for food. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales, and the smoking of pipe-weed. But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet, and good tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of things that grow.

[yuviur]

"'Want me to sing you a song? Would that help?" "....mhm"

@tolkiengenweek day 1: family

[saltyseashore]

for @tolkiengenweek Day 01: mentorships | Maedhros and Elros

[tolkiengenweek]

Hello and welcome to Tolkien Gen Week!

July 6-12, 2026

This is a week to appreciate all of the incredible characters and relationships within Tolkien’s legendarium that fall under the broad category of “gen.” There is a great wealth of wonderful gen content in the Tolkien fandom, but those creations are not always the most visible because of the shipping-focused nature of fandom at large. This week is an effort to give them the appreciation they deserve.

This year, Tolkien Gen Week will run from July 6-12, 2026!

Any content and creations are welcome as long as it is non-romantic and non-sexual! You can create edits, gifs, fanart, fanfic, fanmixes, and more! Please tag your posts with #tolkiengenweek AND @ mention this blog @tolkiengenweek so they can be easily found. If your submission turns into a long post, please put what you can beneath a “Keep reading” divider. You may also post your creations to our AO3 collection.

Below are some prompts for each day of the week. They are not mandatory, but they are here to inspire you. This post will lead to an explanation for each one.

DAY ONE: Family ● Mentorships ● Community

DAY TWO: Friendship ● Animals ● Group Dynamic

DAY THREE: Gray Spaces ● Enemies and Rivalries ● Fealty

DAY FOUR: Solo ● Work and Craft ● Language

DAY FIVE: Culture ● Diversity ● Traditions

DAY SIX: Environment ● Places ● Objects and Symbols

DAY SEVEN: Freeform

This event is being organized by @arofili. If you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to message this blog or my main.

For further clarification, check out our FAQ, code of conduct, and prompts pages! Happy creating!!

[hernesstepchild]

For @tolkiengenweek day 5: Culture, diversity, traditions. Sorry, but Gollum will NOT be embracing the elven love of lembas. (Might he interest you in some nice raw fishies instead?)

On AO3

[starspray]

None Might Restrain Him

a double drabble for @tolkiengenweek also written for the 7/4/2026 SWG instadrabble prompt: Fall, Run, Silent, Hope

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The only sound in the silent halls was Fingon’s footsteps. He ran, skidding around corners, heart in his throat, desperate. Please still be here please don’t go—

In his hand he held the crown—it had been Finwë’s, then Fëanor’s, then Fingolfin’s, damaged and never repaired—the tarnishing as much a symbol as the crown itself. It had been left before his accustomed seat at the council table. The message was clear.

No, no nonono please please please—

He burst out of the doors into the frigid, smoke-tinged air, just in time to see Rochallor gallop past toward the gates. “No!” he cried. “Atya!”

It was too late. Fingolfin passed out of the gates in a clatter of hooves and a rush of wind. None could stay him or hope to catch him. Fingon stumbled off the last step. He didn’t know if he could not breathe because he was winded or because of the smoke in the air or because of the horrible, terrible, enormous wave of hopeless grief that washed over him.

Argon—dead. Turgon, Aredhel—gone. Fingolfin—gone.

The crown fell from his hand to clatter on the stones as he covered his face and wept.