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Thief of Time/Whovian/Critter/ Loki's Army/Cartoons and many more/ Occaisonal Ficwriter Icon by @auraphantom

[whovianofmidgard]

My Silm Fic Masterpost

You can find all my fics on ao3 under the username whovianhiddlestoner. Here is my ao3 page!

Link to Standalone Fics here

Fandom Event Fics:

Maedhros and Maglor Week Fics

Fëanorian Week Fics

Silm Smut Week Fics

Silmarillion Epistolary Week

Tolkien Native Language Appreciation Fest

Series:

Light Touched AU (ongoing)

Maedhros Changes the First Age (Time-travel Fix-it) (ongoing)

Once Upon A Silmarillion (fairy tale fusions) (ongoing)

[gayhoediaz]

“it sounds like you’re justifying their actions-“ i am. they’re a fictional character. i’m okay with anything they do all the time. hope this helps.

[some-stars]

this shit from the comments is unironically so fucking sad to me. this is where we’re at now? “aren’t books supposed to have morals?” genuinely let’s all just pack it in and go home, we tried the whole “experiencing life and art at a greater complexity level than an eight year old can handle” thing and it didn’t work out, somebody break the news to oscar wilde, we’re done here. “books are meant to teach you something.” christ.

[napalm-waistcoat]

[bioloyg]

@astromachinations I actually need this on the post

[beardedmrbean]

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.

Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.

[enjolras-in-valinor]

Oh for fucks sake. The Hobbit IS DEFINITELY A KIDS BOOK.

Anyone who reads it should recognize that, because it's a cute adventure story about a funny little guy and some dwarves and a dragon. Also, if you've read LOTR as well, you should be able to easily recognize that the style of language used in the Hobbit is simpler than LOTR. And so are the story elements used. Because it's for a younger audience, purposefully.

On top of that, if you look into the history of how and why the Hobbit got written, you will find out that it was originally a bedtime story that Tolkien told to his kids.

I work in a library, and I frequently refer to the Hobbit as "the gateway drug" for the works of Tolkien. Because it's an easy place to start. You dip your toes in, you decide if you like hobbits or not, or if you like this type of fantasy adventure or not, then you can go from there. BECAUSE IT'S FOR KIDS.

I personally read it at around 8 years old, probably. And it was fine. I loved it. And now I give it to a bunch of other kids at my job and guess what? They love it too.

FFS. Let kids read the Hobbit.

[itsybitsyjoltik]

we can’t keep letting him get away with this

[silmalor]

Random Feanorion Headcanon ft. Maglor

Maglor was actually the first of his brothers to have some potential and talent in smithing, however his passion for singing exceeded that more and so to Feanor’s disappointment he never got into smithing

With one big exception, horseshoes. Our favorite horse girl was absolutely at the forefront of horseshoe evolution from leather to iron to steel etc etc. And he 100 percent takes care of his own horse’s grooming, including their hooves, which includes custom forging their shoes each and every time.

[princesssarisa]

Where did your first name come from?

I was named after one of my parents

I was named after a dead relative or family friend

I was named after a living relative or family friend

I was named after a religious figure

I was named after a historical figure

I was named after a fictional character

I was named after a place

My parents just chose a name they liked

Other

Voting ended on11h

Having been named after a character in The Great Gatsby by my English-major dad, I thought I would ask about this.

[blue-to-blue]

Chapters: ½ Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Celebrimbor & Finwë (Tolkien), Celebrimbor & Idril Celebrindal, Celebrimbor & Orodreth (Tolkien) Characters: Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Idril Celebrindal, Orodreth (Tolkien), Finwë (Tolkien), Fëanor (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Valinor (Tolkien), Pre-Darkening of Valinor (Tolkien), Hiking, the kids go on an adventure Summary:

Finwë had promised to take Tyelperinquar, Itarillë, and Artaresto on a hiking expedition, but after Fëanáro was banished from Tirion, the hike was canceled. Tyelperinquar decides to take matters into his own hands, and gathers Itarillë, Artaresto, and Huan for one last adventure before he moves to Formenos.

[victusinveritas]

[astercontrol]

My heart is lighter than a feather and my liver is darker than a black coffee because that's what it's marinating in

[tsuk1nny]

lady “mother of little pet snakes” loki

[vimeralinda]

[whovianofmidgard]

It's my 14 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[starspray]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amras & Amrod & Caranthir & Celegorm & Curufin & Fëanor & Maedhros & Maglor (Tolkien), Fëanor/Nerdanel (Tolkien), Fëanor & Fingolfin (Tolkien), Fëanor & Írimë | Lalwen (Tolkien), Fëanor & Findis (Tolkien), Fëanor & Finwë (Tolkien), Fëanor & Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Fëanor & Original Characters, Celebrimbor & Fëanor (Tolkien), Daeron/Maglor (Tolkien), Daeron & Fëanor (Tolkien), Fëanor & Finarfin (Tolkien) Characters: Fëanor (Tolkien), Fingolfin (Tolkien), Findis (Tolkien), Írimë | Lalwen (Tolkien), Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Curufin (Tolkien), Original Characters, Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Amrod (Tolkien), Amras (Tolkien), Maglor (Tolkien), Maedhros (Tolkien), Caranthir (Tolkien), Celegorm (Tolkien), Daeron (Tolkien), Nerdanel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Finwë (Tolkien), Rúmil of Tirion (Tolkien), Nienna (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Father-Son Relationship, Past Character Death, Reconciliation, Grief/Mourning, Palantíri (Tolkien), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Brothers, Brother-Sister Relationships, Valinor in the Fourth Age of Arda (Tolkien), the dead very gently haunting the narrative, Healing, Past Trauma, Letters Series: Part 13 of meanwhile the world goes on Summary:

Fëanor shrugged, studying the contents of his wine glass. “Something must be done about that house. It will fall down eventually.” “It does not follow that it must be you that tears it down single-handedly. Are you sure you do not want help?” “It’s not as though I have much else to do. I need to build something new there,” he said after a few moments. “To do that, I must first clear away the old and broken things.”

Decades out of Mandos, too many things in Fëanor’s life remain broken. He can’t do anything except wait for his sons to come to him, but he can do something about the old and crumbling house where they once lived.

[bonsquiggle]

I love them 🧡

[hppjmxrgosg]

"going out to get milk" is a common turn of phrase used to describe a man abandoning his family.

the "milkman" is a common figure in stories depicting a woman's infidelity and adulterous affair.

this implies that the ability to provide milk would both decrease the likelihood of a man abandoning his wife and children, as it would eliminate the need for leaving to get milk AND would secure that man's marriage, as his wife would have no need to seek milk from an extraneous source.

therefore, all men should produce milk, through various means such as:

- being a cow

- being an almond

- being a woman

- being a coconut

- being in the omegaverse

- being an oat

(list is exemplary and not finite)

in this essay, i will redefine the nuclear family and explain the seductive and inflammatory nature of the 1993 "Got Milk?" commercials.

[hppjmxrgosg]

you shut your mouth.

[starspray]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amras & Amrod & Caranthir & Celegorm & Curufin & Fëanor & Maedhros & Maglor (Tolkien), Fëanor/Nerdanel (Tolkien), Fëanor & Fingolfin (Tolkien), Fëanor & Írimë | Lalwen (Tolkien), Fëanor & Findis (Tolkien), Fëanor & Finwë (Tolkien), Fëanor & Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Fëanor & Original Characters, Celebrimbor & Fëanor (Tolkien), Daeron/Maglor (Tolkien), Daeron & Fëanor (Tolkien), Fëanor & Finarfin (Tolkien) Characters: Fëanor (Tolkien), Fingolfin (Tolkien), Findis (Tolkien), Írimë | Lalwen (Tolkien), Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Curufin (Tolkien), Original Characters, Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Amrod (Tolkien), Amras (Tolkien), Maglor (Tolkien), Maedhros (Tolkien), Caranthir (Tolkien), Celegorm (Tolkien), Daeron (Tolkien), Nerdanel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Finwë (Tolkien), Rúmil of Tirion (Tolkien), Nienna (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Father-Son Relationship, Past Character Death, Reconciliation, Grief/Mourning, Palantíri (Tolkien), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Brothers, Brother-Sister Relationships, Valinor in the Fourth Age of Arda (Tolkien), the dead very gently haunting the narrative, Healing, Past Trauma, Letters Series: Part 13 of meanwhile the world goes on Summary:

Fëanor shrugged, studying the contents of his wine glass. “Something must be done about that house. It will fall down eventually.” “It does not follow that it must be you that tears it down single-handedly. Are you sure you do not want help?” “It’s not as though I have much else to do. I need to build something new there,” he said after a few moments. “To do that, I must first clear away the old and broken things.”

Decades out of Mandos, too many things in Fëanor’s life remain broken. He can’t do anything except wait for his sons to come to him, but he can do something about the old and crumbling house where they once lived.

[aotearoa20]

Parting Gifts

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The gates of Amon Ereb had the air of a funeral about them as the twins prepared to leave. Elros could not figure out who was supposed to be the dying party. One by one the inhabitants of the fort came to say their farewells. Friends and enemies and teachers and mentors and captors. It did not matter anymore, the time had finally come.

He turned to Elrond as he pulled at the sleeves of his tunic. It was too old top and just slightly to small to be his. Maedhros had pulled it out of some long forgotten chest in the depths of the stronghold. Outdated garb of some soldier from the House of Fingolfin. There had been an argument a few nights before of what standards to bear. In the end it was Maedhros who said "They will shoot you down from a mile away in those."

So here they were in faded blue.

Elrond looked to him and shrugged. It was early, they had a little time to wait. They had wondered together whether the Fëanorians would come and see them off or skulk about by some narrow window above. It could go either way but Elros hoped they would come. He had one of those uncomfortably certain feelings that he would not see them again after today.

All of a sudden the doors at the far end of the courtyard open and Maedhros appeared like a billow of smoke. His face was set grim as ever and Elros couldn’t help standing a little straighter as his gaze combed over the pair of them. He shot a small apology to the ever-shining star above them. Finally Maedhros sighed, seemingly satisfied.

"You are not to die." he rumbled

Elros' laugh petered off as he came and stood before him. He could bear the old Lord’s stares better than most but just the awareness that this would be the last time threw him off kilter.

"Too many people love you for you to die now, do you understand?"

His mouth went very dry but he nodded, "Yes sir."

"These are for you." Maedhros said, turning away finally and bringing out a pair of swords.

They lifted them up in the half light of the dawn. One they recoginse, it was Idril's or perhaps King Turgon's, long ago in Gondolin. Their mother always called it Idril's sword. The other was given to Elros and he did not know it. But it was beautiful and well balanced and the way the metal sang... it must have been made before the Sun, maybe even in the Blessed Lands themselves.

He ran his fingers over the hilt. Valar, he fears he would be too afraid to use it. Perhaps that is how it had survived for so long.

"The bearers of these weapons were noble and cunning,” Maedhros said gravely, “if you can manage to be both you may escape the sort of fates that befell them."

"Seems we have little choice," said Elrond wryly as he fastend the sword to his sadle.

Maedhros let out a soft breath, the long spidery scars that stretched across his twitched. The closest thing to a smile, he has ever managed. There was another silence and a shift in the air. This was the farewell, he would say no more. Elros bit his lip turning to the path leading down from the fortress.

"Is he coming?" Elrond asked softly, "Or do we leave?"

Before an answer could be made, the doors slam open again and the last tension in Elros' chest eased. Maglor would not look at them as he approach nor answer any of their questions, instead he grabbed his hand sharply and pressed something small and gold into it. He turned it over between his fingers, eyes wide.

"This is..." his voice trailed of as Maglor moved on to Elrond, draping a cloak over his shoulders. Elros called after him weakly, "How?"

“They are yours. I took them from Sirion," Maglor clicked his tongue, fussing with the clasp at Elrond's throat, "You were covered with this when I found you."

He ran his hand along the hem of it before shaking his hand out. Elros was not surprised that what latent magic was left in the cloak of Luthien did not seem fit to be touched by a Son of Fëanor.

"You think I did not know you would leave us someday?” Maglor said, folding his arms across his chest and fixing his eyes on the gate, “Make no mistake, there will be those who will call you imposters and traitors and spies.” He nodded as Elros place the ring on his trembling finger, “But you must not forget who you are.”

He glanced between the two of them and looked as though he had more to say, but the only thing that passes his lips were the words

"Be good."

Then with uncharacteristic abruptness he began to tramp back inside. Elrond called after him suddenly, reaching out and pulling him into a hug. Maglor was stiff for only a moment before collapsing into his arms drawing him close and whispering words only the two of them could hear.

Elros glanced at Maedhros, who watched the scene with his usual steady bemusement. When they had been younger it had been a common enough sight. All they had out here was eachother at the end of the day and though even back then they had known the Fëanorian were not good people, they were always kind. ,

Then the star had appeared in the sky and everything changed. A glaring, ever present reminder of exactly what had brought them here. And that their being here had no more practical purpose. He and Elrond had been 16 and more than old enough to understand what they had forgotten at six.

And there was kindness still there but it did not come so simply. And love that left an aftertaste of guilt.

Maedhros caught his eye quite by accident and gave him a questioning look. When he was little he had to jump, he still sort of does to wrap his arms across his shoulders and pull him down into an embrace. He heard him sigh as he rested his head on his shoulder.

Im sorry, he prayed at the last star in the sky as dawn tried to push its way through the dark clouds

Under a veil of scarlet hair he allows himself a few tears. It feels steady and smells like home.

Im sorry im sorry imsorryimsorryimsorry

One last time.

And then its done. Maedhros gives his shoulders a quick squeeze and let him go.

“You will be alright, I have seen it.”

Elros wished he could say the same. All his dreams are of fire.Maglor pulled him aside, murmuring a soft blessing and planting a kiss in his hair. By the time they had mounted their horses the last two sons of Fëanor had disappeared from the courtyard.

They knew they would still be watching from the walls long after they disappeared from view. They knew that despite consistant assurances, there would be a small retinue of soldiers tailing them a good way to Gil Galad's camp. But the time had come.

[pastelsugar6w6]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maedhros & Maglor (Tolkien) Characters: Maedhros (Tolkien), Maglor (Tolkien), Crablor - Character Additional Tags: crablorday’s Crablor Day 2026, my contribution is super late bc i was going through a health crisis, ;w; i hope you all like it Summary:

carcinization is contagious