Twin Chaos Headcanon

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.

Benjamin Walker as High King Gil-galad S2.E7 ∙ Doomed to Die

Comfort Fics

I've just watched Ep 8, and wow, wasn't it a rollercoaster of a ride?

I've got a lot of inspiration for stories, hopefully will release them in the next few days. Seriously, the events of this episode left me in need of comfort fics and since I've been binge-reading them, time to contribute.

Comment below your thoughts on today's episode! I also wanna discuss this!

hello sweet lindir

Lindir for Myn Donos. For them who doesn’t know - this is an elf from the film adaptation of “The Hobbit”. Minstrel, advisor to Elrond and just smart one.

I want to write a Silmarillion fic. I love romance stories so it will be centered around a Silm elf and an OC! Comment which elf you think I should write about.

I think Glorfindel would act cool and confident around his crush, making it known he’s into you by looking for reasons to hang around/talk to you. He’ll just let those encounters slide into a relationship overtime, with him having already taken you out several times before he finally puts the label “date” in front of it. After all, he sees no reason to rush. He knows you’ll end up together eventually so he has no problem just coasting into it. 💛

I need a scene where Gil-galad comforts Elrond and tells him that none of this his fault.

You can tell when Gil-gald looks down at Elrond in that "Durin will come" scene that he pities him, but ultimately, they are in the middle of a battle. The king needs to take charge or they'd be slaughtered.

But Elrond is shattered. And I feel like he's going to blame himself. He was the commander. He'll think, "If I had kept charging."

"If I had left Nenya in Lindon."

"If I had just done more..."

But ultimately, Eregion was falling even before they showed up. I really don't think anything Elrond did would have prevented it from being destroyed. Maybe if he'd kept charging they'd have had better odds, but they were still massively outnumbered.

And I just need Gil-galad to tell him it's not his fault.

Threads of Fate Chapters 25 and 26

Find Chapters 23 and 24 HERE

Notes: These are the final two chapters for this ending! The Celebrimbor girlies on Ao3 requested that I write an alternate ending where reader chooses Celebrimbor instead of Gil-galad. I plan to release the alternate ending as one looooong chapter, that way you can choose your own adventure this fic!

Chapter 25: The Morning After

The soft light of morning streamed through the curtains, casting gentle patterns on the walls of your chambers. You stirred, gradually becoming aware of the world around you. The warmth of the blankets enveloped you, providing a comforting cocoon that made it difficult to leave the realm of dreams.

As you opened your eyes fully, your gaze landed on Gil-galad, who was seated at your desk, sipping tea. He looked relaxed yet regal, his long hair falling carelessly over his shoulders. The sight of him brought back a rush of memories from the night before, and your heart raced at the thought.

You and Gil-galad exchanged shy glances, the air charged with unspoken words and lingering emotions. A faint blush crept across your cheeks as you recalled the vows you had exchanged and the passion that had ignited between you.

“Good morning,” he said softly, his voice warm and inviting, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Good morning,” you replied, your voice still thick with sleep. You sat up slowly, the blankets slipping down to your waist, and you couldn’t help but notice how his gaze lingered on you.

He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I hope you don’t mind. I made myself at home.” He gestured to the steaming cup in his hand. “I thought it best to let you rest.”

You chuckled lightly, your nerves easing a bit. “I appreciate it. It’s nice to wake up to a familiar face.”

With a gentle smile, he stood and approached the bed, placing the cup on the bedside table. “Eleanior came looking for you while you were sleeping,” he said. “She wanted to know if you’d meet her at the forge. She was quite nervous about spending the day with Celebrimbor.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Celebrimbor, but to your surprise, you felt none of the intense emotions that had once overwhelmed you. Instead, there was a calmness, a clarity that hadn’t been there before.

“The forge?” you echoed, gathering your thoughts. “Oh right, yes. Celebrimbor had invited her to see it today.” You groaned loudly at the thought of telling Celebrimbor what had happened.

You and Gil-galad sat in silence for a moment before he spoke again. “I know you’re nervous about speaking to Lord Celebrimbor regarding everything that has transpired since dinner last night. Would you like me to join you?”

You shook your head. “No, I think it’s best if I see him alone.”

Gil-galad gave your hand a supportive squeeze and smiled. “With any luck, his connection to you will have begun to diminish. He’s an honorable man; I’m sure he will take the news in stride.”

You took a steadying breath as you approached the forge, the sounds of hammering and the warm glow of the fire growing stronger with each step. Anticipation bubbled within you, mingling with the remnants of nerves that lingered from the morning.

As you entered the forge, the heat washed over you, enveloping you in its embrace. Before you could gather your thoughts, Eleanior spotted you from across the room. Her face lit up with excitement as she dashed toward you, her hair flowing behind her like a golden banner.

“You made it!” she exclaimed, nearly bouncing on her toes. “The forge is incredible! I’ve learned so much already.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “I’m glad to hear that! What have you been learning?”

Eleanior’s eyes sparkled as she began to recount her experiences. “The way Celebrimbor works is fascinating! He moves with such purpose and skill. I had no idea that crafting could be so… captivating.” She glanced over her shoulder at Celebrimbor, a dreamy expression crossing her face. “And he looks so attractive when he’s focused like this.”

You let out a childlike giggle at her remark. “You silly, lovesick elf!” you teased.

“Could you aid me with a remedy? Do you have something in the healer's pantry for love-sickness?” she snickered.

You both stood there giggling for a moment when you suddenly realized that the jealousy you had felt toward Eleanior’s attraction to Celebrimbor was gone.

“He showed me how to shape metal today, and I think I might have a knack for it!” Eleanior exclaimed, her hands animatedly mimicking the motions she had learned. “You have to see what he’s creating. It’s breathtaking!”

Before you could respond, Celebrimbor turned, catching sight of you both. His expression shifted to one of warmth, and he set down his tools, wiping his hands on a cloth before approaching.

As you engaged in conversation with Eleanior and Celebrimbor, you couldn’t help but notice a flicker of something in his gaze—a subtle confusion that danced beneath his calm exterior. When he looked at you, there was an intensity that seemed muted, as if the storm of emotions he had once felt had settled into a gentle breeze.

You caught him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his brow furrowing slightly, as if he were trying to reconcile the absence of the overwhelming pull that had once drawn him to you. In those fleeting moments, you sensed a hidden struggle within him, a questioning of why the connection felt different now.

When the conversation lulled, you cleared your throat and spoke. “Celebrimbor,” you began, your voice steady but soft, “could I speak with you for a few moments… privately?”

Eleanior looked between the two of you, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. “I’ll head back to the forge to continue my project,” she said, a bright smile on her face. “Don’t take too long! There’s more I want to show you!”

His expression shifted slightly, concern evident in his eyes. He gestured toward a quieter corner of the forge, where the sounds of hammering faded into the background.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your words pressing against your chest. “Celebrimbor, I wanted to talk about last night,” you began, your voice slightly trembling.

He nodded, his expression attentive, encouraging you to continue. “After our dinner, Gil-galad and I talked.” You paused, trying to choose your words carefully. “I told him everything that has happened between you and me these last few months.”

“Everything?” Celebrimbor questioned.

“Yes, everything. Don’t worry, he’s not angry. But I…” Your voice trailed off.

“You what?” he asked, stepping closer to you.

“I couldn’t stand the confusion and extreme emotions anymore. I needed quiet. I needed to be in control of my feelings again. Miroden discovered that soulmates don’t have to choose each other for the yearning to subside.” You smiled weakly at him.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” he whispered.

You reached out and took both of his hands in yours. “Do you feel that?”

Celebrimbor's eyes widened at the realization. “I don’t… I don’t feel anything,” he stammered, swallowing hard.

“Exactly. We are both free. Free from the yearning. Free to make our own choices. Celebrimbor, I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am to you. You’ve made my time in Eregion so special.”

“But how? Where did our connection go?” he asked, bewildered.

“Miroden's research revealed that if one or both of the pair marries another, the connection will break. The pain, the yearning—all of it will diminish. A mercy given to us by Eru. Last night, Gil-galad and I became husband and wife.” You braced yourself for Celebrimbor's reaction, unsure of how he would respond.

To your surprise, he began to chuckle.

“Why is that funny?” you asked incredulously.

He let out a huge sigh of relief and smiled. “Our connection, while it persisted, was nothing short of bliss. My attraction to you was like sun on black cloth. I was aflame with desire in your presence, consumed by it. It was wonderful, and I would have been very happy to have you all to myself forever… but the thought of taking you from the High King filled me with dread.” He admitted. “I knew our union would create a rift between Lindon and Eregion.”

You smirked. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

Celebrimbor smiled. “Well, all I could do was think about it—about you, about us. But I am happy for you, truly.”

“Thank you for everything,” you said as you released Celebrimbor's hands and took a step back.

Eleanior approached, her expression animated. “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt!” she said, her voice bright but apologetic. “Could you help me with something, Lord Celebrimbor? Which tool would you suggest I use to sharpen this edge?” She held out a small metal spear she had been crafting.

“It’s quite alright, Eleanior, you’re not interrupting. We've finished.” You looked down at her spear and smiled. “Wow, have you crafted this yourself?” You were astonished by her talent.

Eleanior blushed at your praise. “Lord Celebrimbor helped,” she said shyly.

“Not that much! You have a real knack for metalwork,” Celebrimbor assured her.

You glanced between Celebrimbor and Eleanior, sensing a budding admiration between them.

“Well, I must go and find Gil-galad. We need to plan for our journey back to Lindon.”

“Leaving so soon?” Celebrimbor asked. “Surely you can stay a bit longer, given the circumstances.”

“Thank you for your hospitality, Celebrimbor, but we have a wedding to plan.” You tried to convey to him not to reveal too much in front of Eleanior. “We are not yet wed.” You punctuated each word with a sharp tone.

“Ah! Right!… The wedding… your wedding… the royal wedding… of course! You're not married yet.” Celebrimbor spoke clumsily, trying to mask the mistake he'd made.

“Are you okay? Perhaps you are in need of a break; you've been working hard since the early hours,” Eleanior asked with concern.

Celebrimbor gave a nervous laugh. “Yes… perhaps you're right, Eleanior. I could use a break.”

“I could accompany you to the tavern for lunch if you'd like?” Eleanior said, trembling slightly.

Celebrimbor gave her a warm smile. “I’d like that very much. Let me grab my jacket, and we can walk down there together.”

As soon as Celebrimbor turned his back, Eleanior let out a silent scream of joy and grabbed your arms. “Is this really happening?!” She was shaking with excitement.

You pulled Eleanior into a tight hug and whispered into her ear, “If he sees even a fraction of what I see in you, he’ll be head over heels by nightfall.”

“Thank you!” she replied softly, pulling back to meet your gaze. “Now go and find Gil-galad! The poor man has been sulking ever since you left Lindon.”

You both stood there giggling again, and the joy that washed over you was almost overwhelming. Your eyes began to well up.

“Oh, are you crying? What’s the matter?” Eleanior asked, concern etched on her face.

You smiled brightly. “Nothing is wrong. These are tears of immense, overwhelming joy.” You pulled Eleanior into another hug and whispered, “I’ll see you later. I can’t wait to hear about your lunch with Celebrimbor.”

Inspiration strikes

Author's note: My story will be named "Lady of the Noldor", also Rings of Power was a huge inspiration (especially the Galadriel-Sauron temptation dynamic, I'm not copying that but I think it's interesting), I'll be adapting Rings of Power events into my story

Hear me out, guys! I've got an idea for a Silm elf, but I'm really fleshing it out. This is a story where my OC eventually ends up with Glorfindel, but there's a very long journey before she gets there.

Her name is Noldoriel (Q. Lady of the Noldor, forgive me if I'm wrong here), and she's a Noldor elf (duh). She is known for her wisdom, earning her the title Noldoriel the Wise. She resides in Eregion with her father Lalmion (S. Laughter's son), who's a close friend and advisor of Celebrimbor. Erestor (yes, the future Chief Counsellor of Rivendell) also lives there with his father Almarion (S. Son of blessedness). Lalmion and Almarion are close friends, together they form a close-knit circle of Celebrimbor's advisors.

Noldoriel is a harpist, and she has an extensive understanding of elven lore. In particular, she respects Glorfindel a lot, has worked on a few murals of him throughout Eregion (this is before he's reborn). She admires his valour and courage.

Her close friend is Mirdania (a Rings of Power OC, but I love her).

One day, Annatar (Lord of Gifts, oh how I wish to beat up this mf) comes to Eregion. Noldoriel is suspicious of him, but Annatar is smart enough to know that it would be better to have her as an ally instead of his enemy. He charms her with Maia magic. For a while, she actually falls under his spell.

He lures her in with false promises of romantic love, and it was originally meant to be a charade but over time he actually falls for her. Noldoriel can subtly sense that something is wrong, but she is trying to fight the subconscious.

Part I of my story will be about Noldoriel fighting the temptation of Annatar. The Siege of Eregion happens in this one, and I think the closing scene of Part I would likely be a final confrontation between Noldoriel and Annatar (like Sauron and Galadriel's fight).

Part II of my story is where Glorfindel comes in. I personally headcanon (before Rings of Power came out) that the Lindon elves would have an army to save Eregion, and Glorfindel (reborn) would be one of its commanders. As Glorfindel and the other commanders (including Elrond and Gil-galad) lead the survivors of the siege out of Eregion to the valley that would one day become Rivendell, they walk by a plunge pool (which is where a waterfall will meet the stream that feeds the Glanduin river). Glorfindel spots Noldoriel washed up on the banks (she had chosen to jump down the waterfall from the top of the cliff to escape Annatar/Sauron, and I kinda want it to be a symbolism where she finally rids herself of his influence, and not to copy the scenes from Rings of Power).

He saves her, they go to the valley. Noldoriel and Glorfindel eventually fall in love, they get married after the War of the Last Alliance.

Part II of the story is about Glorfindel and Noldoriel.

Thanks for listening to my rambling! If you have any feedback or ideas you'd like to see me use in my story, please comment! Any lore inaccuracies, comment as well!

Face claim for Noldoriel: this amazing actress over here, Grace Victoria Cox (except with longer hair of course, and grey eyes)

Absolutely

I can't wait to see Elrond in battle. 🥵