'Rings Of Power Should Die In A Fire' The Rings Of Power Haven't Even Been Made Yet And You Already Want

Requests are open!

Since holidays are approaching, I'd like to open requests! In about a week, I'm going to be starting my school holidays, and I'd like to take the time to relax and unwind from school before starting on holiday assignments. Writing does that for me, so requests!!!

Rules

What won't write: NSFW, gore, sensitive topics (you can DM to ask)

How to request

Send me an ask in my inbox, and I'll see to it!

I'll be writing for Silmarillion and Rings of Power elves, Valar and Maiar.

When requesting, please include:

Name of Silm/RoP elf (if it's characters like Elrond, Celebrimbor etc, specify if you want Silm or RoP version)

Nature of relationship: platonic or romantic?

If you want me to write an OC, give me all the details about your OC (race, gender, appearance, backstory, relationships with other characters etc, everything!)

Prompt! (very important, what is the premise of the story? angst, fluff? what exactly)

Note: I won't accept anonymous requests, because I may need to follow up with the user about their character. If you don't want your username to be shown when I post your request, you can tell me in your request. However, when you request, I need you to do so with a username!

I have the right to refuse requests! I'll be going overseas, and with assignments, I may not have time for everything. Especially if requests are inappropriate in nature, I'll have to turn them down and delete from my inbox.

Have fun sending requests, and give me time to process everything, okay?

Namarie! Happy holidays all!

Love, Lady of Lindon

Hello!

Hi, everyone! I'm Lady of Lindon, and I'm a Tolkien enthusiast. I also happen to enjoy writing, and I'll be uploading my stories here.

I also welcome anyone to request drabbles, headcanons or oneshots from me, so long as they're from Tolkien. I'll update this post on what I can write about within Tolkien, so request away!

What I will write:

Tolkien elves + Ainur (Valar and Maiar, I won't write for Morgoth though)

OC/reader inserts (for the OC inserts, please provide me information about the OC and whatever would be relevant to the story request)

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.

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The Prophecy | Celebrimbor

Guys. The brainrot is all consuming. Send help.

I was listening to the Tortured Poets Department the other day and felt like this really fits with what I’ve written for him so far. I know I’m writing this plot out of order, but it will eventually all make sense. I am still training at work, and while that constitutes nothing for me, it means I have too much time on my hands.

This will fit into the 3 part fic called Where Are You? that will cover 2x06-2x08. I haven't rewatched 2x08 yet, but that's coming. I have so many ideas for you guys that I may just start rapid fire releasing the drabbles first.

next fic is for High King Gil-Galad

Secondly, this concept is turning into an OC fic. It will be on Ao3 by the end of this year!

Tag: @pentaghasm @celebrimbormylove @thesolarangel @wild-typo-turtle @ladyoflindon @sandwichmustbetasty

Song inspiration: The Prophecy - Taylor Swift

Prompt: You ruminate on what little you remember in your purpose of being in Eregion while Celebrimbor sleeps at your side. The Valar may grant mercy on occasion, but you wonder if this ends in doom for you both.

***

Things are beginning to come back in pieces. You aren’t exactly sure why. There are flashes of gentle eyes and gray hair. Whispered words in Quenya as you perfect your natural healing ability. Your name, the real one given to you, but you don’t remember by who. Not yet.

You prefer the name given to you by Celebrimbor.

Said elf lays beneath your palm, breathing steady even as he sleeps. You had been the one to seek him out for comfort this time. It was a rare night of him succumbing to sleep early, and so you had sought him out in desperation, aching for the comfort of Celebrimbor’s embrace to shelter you from your memories.

You’d forgotten until you’d fallen into his bed how far away he was. It didn’t matter that you could feel his heartbeat, or touch his skin. He was worlds away from you.

And all because of Annatar.

Now you lay here, head pillowed against his chest, fingers tracing shapes against his abdomen, too distracted by your racing thoughts to sleep. Annatar’s constant demands and high expectations in the crafting of the Rings had put you both on edge. Celebrimbor had been elusive as well. So much of his time was spent locked away in The Forge, just out of reach.

He’d never deny you. Not even with the distance between you both.

No one but you could feel the dark magic in that room. The shadows that shrouded the elf you love, even now, so suffocating that it remains difficult to breathe.

“Please,” You whisper. No one may be listening. You have no idea. You would beg whatever entity did listen for this. “Please do not let this end in doom.”

With the trajectory of what was occurring, you had been trying to fight the impending sense of doom lingering in your heart for weeks. The nagging feeling in the back of your head that you are to be preparing for a funeral for you or Celebrimbor by the conclusion.

Or both of you.

You shiver at the thought and bury your face in Celebrimbor’s shoulder. His arm tightens around you instinctively, like the elf you’ve fallen in love with still resides deep within the recesses of the mind he’s been made prisoner in.

Please, I’ve been on my knees

Change the prophecy

“He’s so good,” You whisper. “Everything he does is from the goodness of his heart. A kind heart.” You hold your breath as your tears collide with Celebrimbor’s skin, causing him to shift beneath you and press his face into your hair with a quiet grumble. You don’t dare speak again until you’re sure he’s asleep. “All of Celebrimbor’s intentions have been pure. He wants to do right by his people and rectify the sins and shortcomings of the House of Fëanor. This should not end in ruin. Not his.”

Don’t want money, just someone who wants my company

Let it once be me

You wish you could pull him out. Use your magic to break through the darkness that has settled upon this city, settled upon him, and force your way through the walls Annatar has erected to keep him complacent. It is Celebrimbor’s own chains that keep him prisoner.

Chains built by pride and ambition.

No. If anything, Celebrimbor will have to awaken from the depths of this illusion when the stakes are too high and he has something to lose.

Who do I have to speak to

About if they can redo the prophecy??

You run your free hand to rest your fingertips against his temple, smiling against the curve of his cheek as Celebrimbor begins to stir beneath you. Heavy lidded eyes flutter open to meet your own. In those few moments of silence, you can see him.

“Why-“ Celebrimbor starts, cut off by a yawn as he buries his face in your neck and rolls to slot a leg between yours. The action has you blushing as you raise your hand to tangle your fingers in his hair. The action usually puts him right back to sleep. “It isn’t even dawn yet, love. Why are you awake?”

You contemplate an answer for several seconds. Part of you wants to tell him, to confide in him about that underlying fear of ruin, but you don’t. You don’t know what he’ll say if you directly mention Annatar.

You don’t even know if you could trust in him not repeating what you’ve said to Annatar.

So you instead allow him to place a lingering kiss at the corner of your jaw, humming softly as his fingers soothe your body's aches by massaging at your hip.

You’re so tired.

“Too much to ruminate on. My mind will not let me rest.” You reply. Celebrimbor frowns, the furrow in his brow deepening as concern flashes behind his eyes. “I will be fine. You sleep, my love. I will be here when you wake.”

Celebrimbor does not complain. He can't. Too many times have you been the one to hold him, to shelter him from the storm of his own mind as he wakes briefly enough to seek you out. Too many times have you been the one to leave food at his table, to bring him tea, to offer him your company when his solitude becomes too great to bear.

Too many times have you fallen back asleep while Celebrimbor wept in the silence.

You hear Celebrimbor whisper his, "I love you." before settling again, this time with his hand pressed against your stomach and his hair tickling your nose. The sheer vulnerability of being so willing to sleep in a position like this when you've been apart for weeks has tears burning the back of your eyes.

Who do I have to speak to To change the prophecy?

You hold him there on the precipice of sleep and allow, for just this moment, your fear to breach the surface.

"Please," You whisper. "Please, just this once, grant us mercy."

***

And far above the reaches of Middle Earth, she heard you.

The Lady of Mercy and Grief did not ignore the suffering of those who dared to reach for her.

My computer is broken so I have to make do with pen and paper with limits what I can do for mah boys but I just HAD TO DO THE QUICKEST SKETCH I COULD DO AND GET THAT OF MY CHEST I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OK YAY

teehee

at the fall of gondolin

ecthelion: it’s giving Nirnaeth Arnoediad

turgon: why are you like this

Curufin: Orodreth has exiled me and your uncle, join me son

Celebrimbor:

Context

*lost for words*

i’m having chatgpt create a story about gil galad. so far, i’ve been creating and reading these stories myself, but would you like me to share the stories i’ve crafted?

i know it’s DELUSIONAL but i’m obsessed with him 😮‍💨

references from celebrimbor's life ( part 1 / 2 )

the chain that was use to held celebrimbor captive was not a regular chain that can be cut through. it was a special chain that was crafted by sauron, in which the durability surpass all the materials that could break it. maedhros, celebrimbor's uncle, was hanged by one of this device, and the only way to free yourself from the bond is by cutting a part of your flesh.

Adar had to die because if he, Gil-Galad and Elendil were all in Middle Earth at the same time there would have simply been too much Dad Energy ™️ for the populace to handle. They would have defeated Sauron through sheer “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” force alone.