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Ecthelion remained staring down the Caragdûr long after the crowds dispersed, eyes unfocused and rendering Eöl's corpse below him a bloody smear. Their kindred do not rot. Oh, how he loathed the consequences of his actions.

One lingered behind him, still and silent, an accusation.

for maeglin - @ectheliond

Maeglin spoke not a word throughout the execution. Not when his father cursed him with his dying breath, not when the onlookers cheered as he was cast off into the depths below, not when Turgon squeezed his shoulder and promised that he will treat him the same as his very own son.

He had not even looked Turgon’s way as he spoke, his eyes instead focused on the man who had pushed Eöl— who had killed his father. Ecthelion, Lord of the Fountain, now as good as a kinslayer. His father had always said to never trust the word of a kinslayer, but it was Ecthelion who had taken on this most evil title to rid the world of a bigger evil. Should he thank him? Should he leave? Would Ecthelion think of him too as nothing more than the spawn of a killer?

Slowly, cautiously, he made his way to the edge of the cliff, and peered to satisfy his own morbid curiosity. “…he’ll stay there, will he not?” Maeglin spoke softly, mostly to himself. “Until the animals find him.”

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No, he supposed it didn’t matter whether he wanted to eat, or not. Very few of his wants mattered, even less so than before they left for this accursed land. Curufin scowled at the thought— he must eat if someone wanted him to, lest he wished to not be fed for the night. He must bathe at another’s convenience, must change at another’s convenience, must wait for someone else’s approval to do anything. Even now, he was lucky to be out of bed wnd moving around.

Was this how Celegorm felt in Tirion? Like a wolf trapped in a cage too small to even pace. His hands longed for coolness of metal, for the weight of a hammer, longed to prove that he was not just dead weight and a drain on their already feeble resources. “You think it is pity that brings me here? Pity would be letting my skills go to waste because of some injury. Pity would be me rotting away in bed, wishing that the future had been different. I can be useful, Nelyafinwë! I need to- I can still do these things, I can still make things, if I can just pick up that fucking hammer and-“

Gritting his teeth through the pain, Curufin again forced himself to lift his hammer, and again he dropped it as if it were a boulder he was lifting, this time to the ground. His arm shook with exhaustion, and his hand felt as if they were burning again, as a horrible wetness began to gather in his eyes. What must his brother be thinking as he watched this pitiful display? Did Maedhros only see a child throwing a tantrum?

Without thought, he kicked the hammer with all his might, and the first tears of the day rolled down his cheeks as he watched it collide with the wall.

@curufiin ;; “Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?” // CURVO MISSES HIS STUPID BIG BROTHER COME HERE

“You never were the most perceptive.”

Maedhros leaned back against the stone slab that made up a number of the forge stations, the fire lit stone feeling almost cool against his lower back. In the low light and with his poor eyes, his brother could have well passed for their father if the man wasn’t dead.

“You’ve stayed down here all day. I figured I’d be nice and ask if you wanted something to eat. I don’t need you raiding my stocks in the middle of the night like an animal.”

Standing up a bit straighter, pushing off the stone, he squinted.

“What the hell are you even working on anyway.”

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Floating! Did Círdan not realize he would simply get washed away by the waves? There was little doubt in his mind that Ossë was out for his life, and these ridiculous arm floats would do nothing to help him in that case.

It grew increasingly obvious Calantar had absolutely no idea where to even begin. He lowered himself until the sea lapped at his chin, and stopped, letting his arm float on the water. Now what? Was he just supposed to lean back and pray?

“If I drown, I’m going to kill you,” he muttered, trying to shake away his anxiety the best he could. With a deep inhale, Calantar fell onto his back.

And immediately felt himself being surrounded by water. But then, his face resurfaced, and he opened an eye— was he really floating?

Not for long, evidently, as he just as quickly found himself sinking again. With some flailing he managed to stand, his wet hair clinging to his face. “I could’ve died.”

@curufiin from [X]

Calantar pursed his lips. No, it wasn’t so bad, that part was correct; he could get used to standing in in the water doing nothing if if wasn’t so damn boring. “To my elbow-?” He stared, incredulous that this much would be asked of him the first time he was ever out to sea. And while yes, Calantar hardly complained when bathing, this was much different (he thinks again). “Do you want to kill me?” Reluctantly he followed behind, until the water had reached his waist. Already, he was growing increasingly uncertain. It was as if the water was absorbing his lower half into itself, and it became increasingly difficult to walk. “I… I think we should stop here, actually. This is perfectly fine. I don’t need to go out more.”

"That will do. You're doing very well."

Círdan paddled over, until he was beside Calantar. It was deep enough here to get Calantar a little more used to things.

"We can practice floating then. Hold onto my arm, and take your feet off the floor. I promise, I will not let you be swept away. I've got your arm."

It was endearing, Calantar's nervousness. The child of such powerful beings, afraid of the sea.

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i think some of you guys are insane 👍 it's actually possible for a 16 year old to be online friends with someone in their 20s. source: teenagers are actually people who can talk to other people about shared interests.

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i’m so arafinwean today

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Right click -> save as -> my friend 🥰

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It's so great that so many people in the fandom are enlightened to see the feanorians as gorgeously brown.

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I need to eat like 3 bowls of ramen right niw

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"Yes, Elrond, I do dare," Maglor tells him, shrugging. "Who better than I to tell you of conquest? I conquered you. I renamed you. I loved you. I love you. All these things are true at once. Names are the most efficient instruments of conquest. Not a language in itself with all the idioms and evasions therein, but a single, repeated utterance that can brand a thing and tie it to oneself. A name, like a prayer, is conditional on obedience. It is meaningless if not answered to. It can preserve and punish, claim lineage and sever it. Perhaps, my dear boy, you may fear your history less if you cease to believe that names are neutral conveniences, and admit that the act of naming is no benevolence."

SUMMARY: At a parade celebrating the the founding of Imladris, Elrond spots an unforgettable face in the crowd, one he’s not seen for millennia. To his delight and apprehension, it is indeed Maglor Fëanorian, who brings with him two things. First, a suspiciously tame monkey he insists isn’t a metaphor. Second, the groundshaking admission that Elwing and Eärendil’s sons were not named Elrond and Elros.

Or, a story about conquest, stolen names, and a love letter of sorts to Maglor, Elwing, and Elrond.

— 14,000 words — Read on AO3

1/2 of my @tolkienrsb contributions this year, first time participating, honoured to create for this fantastic work of art by @navyinks 🥹❤️

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I hate when tall people say "walk with me" because they always start making these long ass strides and expect me to keep up. Like do you see my size??? Do I look like Jack you fucking beanstalk???

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don't think too hard abt the genetics, bc I sure didn't.

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Surprise attack! A smooch for Curvo from Eol

Where is his umlaut?! For a second, he could not even recognize Eöl as Eöl, thinking that was just some guy with white paint in his hair. Thankfully, his mind made the connection soon after.

“How charming you are,” Curufin smiled, and kissed Eöl back on the cheek.

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curufin: i wish someone would treat me like a princess already and dote on me

curufin when they actually have to do that because he can’t do anything for himself post burns: i fucking hate everyone and i want to kill myself

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this 'being really tired after work' thing is really getting in the way of this 'pursuing my artistic hopes and dreams' thing has anyone else noticed this

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Here's my art for this year's @tolkienrsb collab with @maironsbigboobs. The story is here and I personally can't wait to read it to see what is happening to my beloved Eol! Keep an eye out for the fic collection to go live!

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