Kinslayer Queen, Forgiven

So there's this thing called Vinyar Tengwar. Vinyar Tengwar "is a linguistic journal published by the Elvish Linguistic Fellowship dedicated to the scholarly study of the invented languages of J.R.R. Tolkien." And in it is a little something called "The Love-song of Maglor" by Eli Bar-Yahalom

"golden haired as the golden tree."

GOLDEN HAIRED AS THE GOLDEN TREE??????

Sure its technically not canon BUT I DON'T CARE. THE "MAGLOR'S WIFE IS A VANYA" TRAIN KEEPS CHUGGING ON

Morgoth hated the Feanorians. Or no, that's not quite it. He hated the Finwëans, he loathed them.

The whole line of Finwe had his hatred (and the hatred of Sauron as well, but that's a bit different pice of cake).

He hated them because that whole lineage, from Finwe himself to his very last descendants were the only ones of this world who could look him in the eyes and stand straight, to oppose him.

(Because Luthien doesn't count, now does she? She wasn't fully of the Eldar after all, no. She was other, and half. But the line of Finwe had no such advantages!)

Morgoth hated and feared them, thought not in ways that often could be perceived.

He saw weak, worthless elves who could look at him and say 'you are nothing'. Elves who could look the Darkness into the eyes and burn brighter, bright enough to banish the shadows.

Finwe, who stood between him and the Silmarils (Morgoth was wrong, Finwe wasn't protecting the Silmarils only). The High King of the Noldor who knew he will die and died with his head high and back unbroken, with eyes fearless and blood boiling with fire (where did you think Feanor got it from huh?).

Feanor, who slammed the door in his face, who spat and ragged and could not be contained. Feanor who he manipulated but couldn't corrupt. Feanor who lost only due to himself, whose death was his own no matter what Morgoth would give to be able to say that the Spirit of Fire was his at the end.

Maitimo, Maedhros, who endured torment and torture, humiliation and agony under which any other would break. Nelyafinwe who was rescued and came back, making himself the wall and shield between Morgoth and the whole world. Russandol who died by his own hand, because of his own pain and his own mind, his own actions. He who was never Morgoths, even at his lowest.

Maglor, a singer of such renown and talent one could be forgiven for mistaking him for a Maia. Makalaure who bend the reality in ways that should have been impossible to the elves and that were alien to Ainur. Kanafinwe who walks upon Middle Earth, enduring through his pain because it is his, his crimes, his mind, his hands. He is his own.

Celegrom who was hild, of the forest and rivers and streams, of the Hunt. Turcafinwe who rode against dark beasts and hunted in Oromes train long before Morgoths was released. Tyelkormo the Fair, the Cruel, master of his own soul, untamed and free as the wind. He who looked upon the shadows and walked right through them, he who looked at it and grinned with blood on his mouth and said at it 'i am better'.

Caranthir, never seen or heard but always there. Morifinwe who walked the thin line of Dark and Light with ease seen in none other before. Carnistir who burned with cold fire and walked in the shadows of others with skill unparalleled. He who was called The Dark, and he who carried that name with grace of the night sky. Unbending, master of his own life.

Curufin, so like his father and yet so different. Atarince who instead of jewels made draggers, he who forged armour that somehow was as unbreakable as the house that wore it. Curufinwe, The Crafty they called him, not knowing how close to the truth they were. He burned brightly, which made it all more tragic when he met his own end.

Ambarussa, one never without the other, red hair as the fire raging within. Amrod and Amras, wild as Celegrom, yet as silent as Caranthir. They who were twins, one an extension of the other. They who were so like their brothers, while being entirely different. They who burned the hottest.

All I need is a clear line of sight

Spoilers for episode 7!!!

Just to clarify to everyone losing their shit about the Elrond/Galadriel kiss that y'all need to calm down, he was passing her a lockpick so she could free herself, and kissing her was the least conspicuous way to do it.

He even asked her for forgiveness beforehand and her face was like "bro wtf".

It doesn't change anything in the grand scheme of things (except make for some really awkward dinner conversations with Celebrían in the future).

I am not mad at it. But I am mad that the leakers were correct.

A Recommendation and Statement

(This will be long, so the rest is under the 'read more'. It's important, so IF YOU ARE A FANFIC WRITER OR READER, THIS APPLIES TO YOU.)

Typically, I don't get political on my blogs, but as this will definitely affect us, I don't really have a choice. Given recent events, I would highly recommend that you download from AO3 any and all fics that you don't want to lose, whether you are American or read fics from American authors, and perhaps back them up to something portable/disconnected from the internet like a flash drive/usb stick.

With the plans that have been put forward, if they are put into action by the incoming administration, people who write smut, both published authors and fanfiction authors, could be arrested as sex offenders. Undoubtedly, as a result, their works - books and fics - will become unavailable.

I have written smut and would be included in this, should it come to pass. Personally, I feel that if smut becomes an arrestable offense, then shouldn't those who write murder mysteries be arrested for premeditated murder? Shouldn't those who write about theft be arrested for theft?

In this life, we all have choices to make, some more consequential than others. This is mine. Until such a time as those laws are enacted, I will continue writing, for as Ray Bradbury said "We write so as not to be dead." I have had no solace in my life as great as writing. It is a world in which I can make anything happen. I could be a hero, or a wizard, or a dragon rider - hell, I could even be listened to, for once.

So, consciously, and knowing full well the potential ramifications of my actions, I, who have never had so much as a speeding ticket, a dress code violation, or a detention, do choose to keep writing. I choose to defy those who would rather decide, yet again, to silence me. I have been a people-pleaser all my life. I felt as though I would die of shame if I disappointed those around me, and instead I lived in a way that would make those same people happy.

There were things I felt I couldn't tell my parents, but I could tell a blank piece of paper. Paper never judged me for wondering idly what it would feel like to be movie star or to meet an alien. Paper never judged me for wanting to do something with the cacophony of stories running through my head every minute of every day. Paper never complained when I dampened it with tears the day I finished a novel-length fanfiction and realized that I could, in fact, write a book.

So, in my solitude, I turned to the only thing I knew would help me process those things which I felt others would not understand. Yes, I write romance. Yes, I write smut. Yes, I write about violence and tears and love and stolen kisses and regrets and fear...

Because I hoped that one day, I would not have to write about some of those things. Yes, there are elements to my stories which I hope I will never need to face - violence, in particular - but I hope I will be able to experience the positive aspects for myself, one day. The certainty of having a partner who loves you no matter what; feeling desirable, not to those who would use or harm me, but to those who care for me; the knowledge that when I start a sentence I can finish it, because those around me care enough and respect me enough to listen.

So yes, I have written explicit scenes, but who in this life has not had a fantasy? Even when we are in romantic relationships doomed to fail, do we not seek solace in fantasies of life being better? Is that not why writers write? To give voice to visions of something better? Of something hopeful? Or joyful?

I do not write for something as grandiose as the betterment of mankind when I write my smut, it is true. However, in envisioning something better for ourselves, in allowing ourselves to explore those aspects of ourselves in fiction, we open the door for introspection which allows us to make the best choices for us, and to have empathy for others and their situations. Through my writing, I have found that I am a kinder, more mindful person than I ever expected to be. Far moreso than I was taught to be.

Thus, I will keep writing. And dreaming. And thinking of the possibilities for the future, which I hope turns out brighter than this election makes it seem.

Even if you disagree with the content, my writing is my soul, and I will not give it up for anything. I would never dream of telling other writers what they should do when facing such dangers - every situation is different - but this is what I will do. Today, I 'screw [my] courage to the sticking place' and face the world as myself. Undiluted and uncensored.

If nothing else, remember this: "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something is greater than fear."

So, do it afraid.

All my love, all my hope, all my courage 💖💜💙

P.S. - I'm posting this on the 2 sideblogs where I'm most active, so if some of you follow both, you might see this twice. Sorry, not sorry lol.

Gil Galad : You are still baby to watch such adult scenes in film.

Elrond: But I am 1600+ years old. You were already king at this time!

GG: I. Said. You. Are .Still .very young.

Elrond: Cool...😑 just great

I'm choosing to believe that when Mirdania reaches Mandos, she's immediately surrounded by six tall and variously terrifying Elf-lords all clamouring about her like "Oh shit, here she is!" "Are you all right?" "You must know that wasn't Celebrimbor who did that, don't you?" "Yes, he's as gentle as a lamb, our Celebrimbor, he'd never hurt you." "You're his favourite apprentice - almost a daughter to him!" "That means you're practically family!!"

Mirdania suddenly finds herself with an honorary grandfather and five honorary great-uncles. It's sweet and mildly petrifying at the same time.

This is an appreciation post for the fanfic authors who aren’t included on rec lists

For the fanfic authors who don’t get art of their fics

For the fanfic authors who can’t get to 1000/500/100 hits

For the fanfic authors who don’t get comments/reviews

For the fanfic authors who write for small fandoms

For the fanfic authors who write rarepairs or gen fics

For the fanfic authors who get hate for the ships/characters/fandoms they write

For the fanfic authors who write in English despite it not being their first language

For the fanfic authors who don’t write in English

For the fanfic authors who don’t think anyone reads or likes their work

For the fanfic authors who aren’t big name fans

For the fanfic authors who don’t get requests in their inboxes

For the fanfic authors who can’t write stories that are more than a thousand words

For the fanfic authors who only write one ship

For the fanfic authors who are just starting

For the fanfic authors who have been writing fic for years

For the fanfic authors who use fanfic to practice writing

For the fanfic authors who write self-insert fics

For the fanfic authors who write about their OCs

For the fanfic authors who write to vent or cope

For the fanfic authors who are just waiting for their big break

Keep creating, I love you ❤️

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haven | celebrimbor

look ma! something happy for once!

if you haven't caught on yet, i've been writing these oneshots with the intention of them to (hopefully) be read in a particular order -> if you want to get pieces of the rest of the story, please read.. (there are PLENTY more coming)

Set before S2

Ease -> First(s) (coming soon, will probably be a drabble..) -> Haven (this one!) -> Nightmare -> Wash Away The Blood

prompt: Celebrimbor takes you just outside of Eregion to a hidden pool for your first date. Not one Elf but him knows about it as it has been a haven since Eregion's foundations were laid.

tag: @pentaghasm (you know exactly why) -> @celebrimbormylove

***

You're almost positive you've heard him wrong. It's only been a matter of days since you'd shared that kiss on the balcony, and now it seems as if he's asking you - in the presence of his smiths, nonetheless - to meet him tomorrow for something he's calling a ''morning commitment.''

It's fortunate for you that you've come to know that Celebrimbor is a terrible liar.

Apparently, commitment means date.

"Good morning, nin tinu," His voice draws your attention away from your morning cup of tea as he steps out onto the balcony. Ever since he kissed you out here mere days before, you've made a habit of coming out here before the sun rises to hear the kingfishers. "For someone who prefers to rise with the late morning sun, you are up early."

"That's because someone has been occupying my thoughts," You tease. You run a teasing finger around the rim of your teacup as his cheeks flush pink. "And I've come to enjoy the sound of the kingfishers. You've given me yet another thing to appreciate about your city."

"It will eventually be our city." Celebrimbor remarks. The two of you lean against the railing simultaneously and sip at your tea. While your thoughts are consumed by the implications of his statement, he's trying to figure out how to properly ask you to follow him out of the city so he can follow through on his ''commitment."

Celebrimbor blinks in confusion as you run a tender thumb across the furrow of his brow. "You do that when you're too deep in thought," You remark softly. "Is something wrong?"

"I have decided to take the day off from the forge today. It is a beautiful day, and I wish to spend it with you." Celebrimbor said. "However, the other smiths believe me to be following through on a prior commitment I made to you. They just believe it is regarding the weapon you asked me to craft."

"And what is it really in regards to?"

"I have something I'd like to show you outside of the city. It requires several hours worth of time. Would you like to accompany me?"

There's so much hope in those kind eyes. You'd never deny Celebrimbor, not when he's so earnest and open with you, but something about the way he's looking at you says that he's eager. This is something precious to him that he does not wish to share with anyone else.

You smile and nod. "When do we leave?"

***

The place in question that Celebrimbor leads you to a few hours later is nothing short of a haven: The swimming hole that lies before you is breathtaking. Celebrimbor has taken your hand where you stand on the edge of the ledge before you, a ledge that dips just enough for one to propel themselves off the edge and into waters below.

The trees shroud the watering hole from unsuspecting eyes.

"This has been here since before Eregion's creation," Celebrimbor says lowly in your ear, hands wandering to rest against your sides as you lean into his chest. "I have not shown it to another soul. It is... my haven."

You hum softly in acknowledgment as he presses a kiss to the junction of your shoulder that has your toes curling in your boots.

"And tell me," You reply. "Why is it a haven for you?"

"Because even amid all the turmoil that has been in my life," He does not look at the water as he speaks, but rather at you, because Celebrimbor is confident that every word rings true for the person who has become his true haven. A haven is a place of refuge, after all. "I'm reminded of the existence of beautiful things."

You go silent for several minutes. It's been such a long time since you've been this close to the water - as your last experience was when the sailors of Eregion pulled you out of the sea when you fell - and you're hesitant to tell him that you're not quite confident of your abilities in swimming.

"And what does one do in the presence of such beauty?" You peel yourself away from him and cross your arms to remove your tunic, revealing the underclothes you'd chosen for the occasion. They were meant to withstand water. "Hm?"

You bend to remove your boots.

Celebrimbor immediately feels his mouth go dry. The last time this had happened, he had been the one unclothed in front of you.

"My clothes are much more confining than yours, my love," He muses weakly. "I may need more help getting out of them."

The late morning sunlight glints against your hair as you step forward to meet him, fingers wrapping around the fabric of your favorite set of red robes as he lifts his arms and the robe comes off. He too is wearing appropriate small clothes to withstand water.

If his mouth went dry, your mouth is the equivalent of the desert. He is a sight to behold.

"I'm sorry," It's rare for you to lose your carefully crafted composure, especially in front of him, but Celebrimbor finds himself endlessly entertained as you reach out a hand and press it into the divot of his chest. "I know I have technically seen this before, but you hide this all the time?"

"My eyes are up here, my love," Celebrimbor teases. Laughter echoes against the trees as he lowers his gaze to where now both of your hands rest against his chest. "Come. Let's enjoy this time."

***

It takes Celebrimbor far longer than he cares to admit to realize you are afraid.

After taking the initiative to wade out toward the waterfall, he had been expecting you to follow him. What Celebrimbor found once he turned around was you lingering in the sand. It was evident from the unease written across your face that you were afraid to move forward.

"Are you coming?" He calls in question, clearly confused.

"I..."

Your eyes find him across the pool. He's truly the most handsome man you have ever seen, but you are most transfixed by his eyes. Celebrimbor's eyes are his most attractive quality. You could spend hours upon hours studying them: The flecks of brown held within the deep hazel that seems to go on forever, holding centuries upon centuries of kindness that so often is overlooked.

The words pour from your lips before you can halt them. You are almost embarrassed that they're spoken at all. "The last time I was in water such as this was when your sailors found me in the sea. I was terrified. This-"

"I will not let you drown," Celebrimbor says softly as he emerges from the water, droplets trailing down his chest to disappear at his waist and below. "I will not let anything happen to you. You know that."

The unspoken question of, "Do you trust me?" lingers in his words as Celebrimbor holds his hand out to you. You think that you could conquer any fear if he's there by your side to help combat it.

You'd rush into the front lines of an unwinnable war if he'd fight it alongside you.

Celebrimbor has never been a warrior. He's a crafter, a creator, someone who only uses his hands for goodness. Your hands... you don't even want to know what they've done.

You're determined to change the narrative. Even if you have committed things that you can't remember, the act of taking Celebrimbor's hand opens an entirely new possibility of only goodness.

You link your fingers and follow him into the water.

Celebrimbor's smile is well worth conquering your fear. "There you go," His voice is encouraging as he stops where the water touches both of your waists. He's taller than you here. "I'm proud of you, my love. I know conquering fears is hard."

Your eyes venture upward. Celebrimbor has pushed his hair back behind his ears with his fingers, but there's one singular curl hanging against his forehead.

You tilt your head and curl it around your finger.

"Is there a reward for conquering fears?" You ask innocently, batting your lashes up at the Elven Smith who only laughs in response. Celebrimbor has not asked to properly court you. Not yet, but you want him to.

To answer your question, Celebrimbor cups your face in his hands and lowers his mouth to kiss you. You sink against him with ease and press your fingers into his shoulders to grasp at him as he eases your legs around his waist and moves deeper into the pool to the waterfall.

You whine as his tongue curls around your own and licks into the warmth of your mouth. He's just as good with his mouth as he is with his hands.

"Your other reward?" Celebrimbor begins as the two of you slip just underneath the waterfall. You shriek, burying your head in his shoulder as he tightens his arms around your waist. "I am not sure about your reward, but the sound of your laughter and the lure of your mouth is such a satisfactory reward for me, my love."

Celebrimbor holds you there for what feels like years. You do not mind. You could spend the rest of your eternity here with him and be completely content.

"I want to move forward with proper elven courtship," You say softly into Celebrimbor's ear, pressing your nose against his temple as you play with the loose, damp curls at the nape of his neck. "But only if you wish the same."

Celebrimbor had been wishing the same since he first kissed you that night on his balcony with the whole of his own city as his witness. He knew you were still adapting, still learning a whole new life, and becoming a whole new you, and for that, he did not wish to impose his own feelings when you were still wrestling with your own.

He smiled and slowly twisted his body in the water, eyes watching as you eased yourself to float atop the pool and allowed him to hold you upright.

"I would like nothing more, nin tinu," Is all he can reply, helpless and at your total mercy as you throw your arms out and embrace your fears while your refuge keeps you contained within his embrace, unwilling to let you go. "and I thank you for coming with me."

***

Less than a week later, you awaken to a gift on your side table in your chambers. It is a pendant.

A pendant with a sun and holly leaf. There is a note underneath the pedant in Celebrimbor's handwriting that makes your stomach flutter.

A reminder, for you, of our beginning.

Sauron: Celebrimbor, remember how you said you cannot imagine how it feels to be tortured by a god?

Celebrimbor: yeah?

Sauron: well now you know!

Celebrimbor, with 10 arrows sticking out of him: oh gee thanks! I totally wanted to know what it was like when I said that!