#elf slash

[mastererestor]

Fic: My Deep Valley 6/8, T, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond

My Deep Valley

Chapter 6: Down by the River (link goes to A03)

Elrond has found the perfect place to build his new home. He also has one of Gondolin's greatest architects at hand to build it. Now he only needs the cooperation of the local population.

Unfortunately, said population is objecting. Represented by the son of the tavern owners, they resist the architect's grand plans, and it is up to Glorfindel to convince Erestor to yield.

"I would think that gratitude is due to the Valar and my people to equal parts, my lord," Erestor said, and with the vinegar in his voice one could have pickled a medium-sized rabbit.

For @sortumavaara

Notes:

See chapter 1 for extensive notes.

Thank you for your patience. Bad things always happen in threes, it seems… but here we go. The tale is finished, I had to split the last chapter in two due to its length. Last chapter will be up early next week.

[silverlunarella]

"You'll be given love

You'll be taken care of

You'll be given love

You have to trust it"

When a "quick sketch" turns into a full drawing session.

I am never drawing Astarion's scars by hand again. 💀

Pencils on paper and digital colors.

[bebravedearheart]

All the Astarion stans are really in for something when they find out about Solas.

He won't get away with half as much though. He's not conventionally attractive.

[damnyoubishop]

I humbly present a silver gifting Drabble. I love them so much. Yes it’s ooc, but I can’t write for toffee. Please someone write more!

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/58959358"><strong>Truth</strong></a> (294 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/kittyhowe2"><strong>kittyhowe2</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings:%20The%20Rings%20of%20Power%20(TV%202022)">The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The%20Silmarillion%20and%20other%20histories%20of%20Middle-Earth%20-%20J*d*%20R*d*%20R*d*%20Tolkien">The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20-%20All%20Media%20Types">The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Annatar/Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Celebrimbor/Sauron (Tolkien), Celebrimbor (Tolkien)/Halbrand (The Rings of Power)<br />Characters: Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Sauron (Tolkien), Halbrand (The Rings of Power)<br />Additional Tags: Love, Angst, Violence, They are in love your honour, come on sauron give in you love brimby, silvergifting, a little bit soft, for Sauron anyway<br />Summary: <p>A Drabble about Celebrimbor confronting Sauron</p>

[drice-art]

I just wanted to make collages with my characters ✨🌘

[bleedingballpoint]

someone i follow on here is giving me some whack ass shit on my dash and when i find out which one of u it's so fucking over /lh

[tsonjen]

Это советник лежит и ждет казни, после того, как его поимел Ху-фужень.

[mastererestor]

Fic: My Deep Valley 4/8, T, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond

My Deep ValleyChapter 4: Zirakzigil, Brothels and Soup (link goes to A03)

Elrond has found the perfect place to build his new home. He also has one of Gondolin's greatest architects at hand to build it. Now he only needs the cooperation of the local population.

Unfortunately, said population is objecting. Represented by the son of the tavern owners, they resist the architect's grand plans, and it is up to Glorfindel to convince Erestor to yield.

"This is Imladris. This is my deep valley. I will not allow this."

Beta by eveiya.

For @sortumavaara

Notes:

See chapter 1 for extensive notes.

Glorfindel introduces Erestor to the great achievements of the First Age: Dwarvish liquor, Gondothlim brothels and - soup.

This chapter had three pages, then I made up that cursed Dwarvish liquor.

[eggbagelz]

Beautiful transfem elves in my computer

[shoiru]

Doodles of Monday. He can manipulation air. So these are wind slashes. Basically Aerokinesis.

[iphigeniacomplex]

everyones like james gunn doesnt look like a christmas elf yr crazy. well sorry for being the dissenting opinion but i was trying to look at various poison ivy designs on cbr.com and i saw this fucking santas workshop escapee. literally focus on the exact replica of an iphone 14 yr making by hand while being paid nothing but candy canes bc they havent invented unions in the north pole and get out of my laptop

[drice-art]

My OCs — Arvel and Anri ✨ And all my main characters together 💙

[calico-kiwi]

bringing back the wip i started literally last year a little before Halloween that literally Halloween themed but anyways I love how past me titles this like a youtube video, "I HALLOWEENIFIED your shitty high school au >:]"

i find myself hilarious

[fabric-shower-curtain]

By complete accident I somehow have the autopsy scar mod on top of the bhaalist tattoo mod, don’t ask me how they’re both on my durge I have no idea how it happened. But it got me thinking how would the origin characters (+halsin) react/barely react to a lover that is heavily scarred and tattooed? (Set in Act 1)

Read more for the full brainrot

Astarion: The first time Astarion saw your body for himself was when he walked past your tent late at night, through the flaps in the entrance he saw all those scars, he couldn’t tell what had you awake this late in the night, especially mostly naked with your back turned. The vampire simply continued on his way to hunt for the night. He dropped it there, until that is, the second night in the clearing you two spent together. He was lying down leaning his head against his arms as his red eyes stared at your naked body. His eyes flowed down every scar that littered your body, he barely seemed to look at the tattoos but that’s what he asked about first “So, can you translate that one?” - he points to the tattoo across your left arm, lifting up the limb you pull your skin to take a proper look at it. It’s been a while since you properly saw it, because just out of sight enough to make it annoying to stare at. When you tell him Astarion seems content with the information. His fingers drift across the tattoo. It’s a tender moment until the elf’s hand floats toward your neck. His ice cold fingers dancing across the lingering puncture wounds on your neck - “But these are by far my favorite mark on you,” You lean into Astarion’s touch releasing a chuckling sigh before calling him the weirdest flirt you have ever seen.

Gale: He really didn’t mean to go to the river at the same time he truly meant to go two hours early when he said he would, but that tome was particularly interesting - the effects of adrenaline on libido, certainly important for a man so restricted by his netherese orb. But now it was two hours past and he definitely had a musk going on. Taking an extra robe and rag Gale went to the nearby river, only you were there too. Illuminated in moonlight you were bare in front of him. Gale cleared his throat loudly, trying to let you know he was there. What he did not expect was for you to whip around and get out of the water to say hello. He tried his best to only look at your face, he did not succeed. Your skin was glowing with a vei of water cascading down in droplets. Gale’s eyes followed one droplet from your hair, down your neck, across your chest until a certain tattoo caught his eye, infernal script. Trying to keep his focus on the tattoo rather than the flesh its on he asked you if it meant what he thought it did. He was right in fact, and you told him the story behind why you got it, quite the nice tale. The wizard relaxed enough to notice another scar across your soldier “Is that from a magic missile?” He asked without thinking. Nodding in confirmation you turned to show your shoulder blade where the other two missiles struck. As you turned around the coldness of the night hit you like a thunder wave, a massive shiver shook your entire body spraying tiny water droplets around. “Gosh you must be freezing,” - Gale wrapped you in his towel-rag before stressfully ushering you back towards the camp. Once you got back to your tent you realized you left your towel and clothes on a nearby rock, you could return the peeping Tom favor.

Halsin: Halsin adores you long before he ever saw your birthday suit, sure he thought about it, quite a lot, but with his focus deep on the shadow-curse he doesn’t have time to do much other than think about out. But the first time he does see you was far from romantic or sensual. A hook horror had slashed your entire back open when you got to close, and Halsin watched it all happen. Before the beast even hit the ground he was rushing over to you, he didn’t think, he just ripped your armor right off of you to get to the wound. You might have been screaming but his ears were ringing too loud to tell one noise from another. Halsin couldn’t even see where scar ended and fresh cut began, your tattoos were doused in enough blood to make them impossible to see against your skin. The bear of an elf’s hand floated above the wound with the same glowing blue light the hook horror’s body was basking in, thank silvanus he was far enough from the sussur tree for his magic to work. Even with his healing a scar in the same place as the monster's claw marks stayed. Halsin’s druidic skills must be faltering, that’s what he determines at least. Until the next day, you’re healed fully up and about getting ready to leave camp for the day. Halsin calls out your name - “I’m sorry I could not heal you fully, I tried best I could but the scar persists” to his confusion you begin laughing. The scar he’s so upset about has been on you for so long now, and you tell him such. His healing left no scar, in fact he healed you so well an old scar was able to show.

Karlach: The first time she saw you naked you were bathing next to each other after a battle. Even with Dammon’s initial upgrade you can’t touch each other, but you swore to find ways to be intimate without touching, just like this. However you neglected to inform her about what lay under your clothes until now, scars covering you head to toe interlaced with tattoos of varying quality. “Hey Soldier! How come you didn’t tell me before stealing my aesthetic!” You didn’t even register this was the first time exposing yourself in such a way, a brief moment of panic before you burst into a smile. “Come here, let me see them” Karlach makes you twirl around, using the faintest touch of her fingers to pull your arms out and see the tattoos wrapping around them. Her eyes continued to trail down your body, after a gasp she jumped back up to your face - “That burn scar looks like mine!” She said before pulling down her trousers to show you the near identically placed scar on her thigh. But Karlach didn’t ask about the obviously fresher stab scars, she continued to smile at her new discovery but lets the two of you properly bathe for once.

Lae’zel: Even when pinning you against a wall the githyanki warrior wasn’t particularly gentle. It’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into tonight, she had said pretty explicitly she seemed carnal pleasure. Somehow Lae’zel was even more assertive in such a scenario than during your adventures. You couldn’t even take your own armor off, she practically ripped it off of you. Your body is exposed to her in an instant, she doesn’t react, her hands go immediately to unlace your trousers and undergarments. The night is enjoyable even as exhausting as it was. Only much later does Lae’zel ever comment on them, and its in a conversation praising you two’s battle prowess “Each scar is a battle fought, a battle won.” You try not to tell her you have at least two scars from dropping the knife while cooking with Gale. She’s sweet in her own way.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart first saw you naked while healing a particularly cruel wound, goblin had snuck up on you and slashed your torso deep. You stabilized yourself quick enough with a healing potion but the wound persisted. After the battle you wandered your way over to Shadowhearts tent, asking for help. She laid you down atop her bedroll, sliding your shirt off as you let yourself relax into the makeshift bed. And then you caught it, Shadowheart’s eyes widened, shit. But she didn’t say anything; she pressed her warm hands towards your open wound as they lit alight with magic. Radiating from your gash the warm feeling washed over you, your eyes closed softly breathing out in relief. Shadowheart quelled her magic, looking over you for a fat moment. You can feel her eyes wandering over you, up and down your chest, down your stomach and across both your arms. The relief of healing has left you now but you’re still too scared to open your eyes. And then a soft hand traced along your largest scar, her fingers were so light it tickled. “I like your tattoos.” The half-elf’s voice was soft, her eyes focused back on your large scar, “How’d you get that one.” Whether or not you tell the story she’s content, happy to have this extra piece of you in her memory.

Wyll: Poor Wyll just wanted to ask about the plans for tomorrow, but not only did he smack his horns on the skeleton of your tent while entering but you’re also as naked as the day you were born. The man nearly shrieked like he saw a ghost, his entire chest swelled up with his shoulders shooting up and he looked like he just swallowed a frog. Without a word Wyll turned on his heel and left your tent, only after trying to cool his blushing face off did he even process all your markings. Upon the log he sat on he dragged his hand up and down his face trying to process what the hells just happened. And then you exited your tent, completely decent this time. You greeted Wyll and sat beside him wondering what he had barged in about in the first place. But the poor man can’t even look at you. He as calmly as he could gave you the sincerest apology you’ve ever heard. After your acceptance he finally turns to you “So what does that tattoo across your back mean?” You pause for a moment, then explain as best you can. And that conversation continues just like that, he’d ask how you got a certain scar or tattoo and you’d answer him. In return he showed you one particularly nasty scar on his arm from a monster he fought while traversing the sword coast. What may have started as the most embarrassing moment of your partnership ended with you closer than before.

[tsonjen]

[mastererestor]

Fic: My Deep Valley 7 + 8/8, T, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond

Elrond has found the perfect place to build his new home. He also has one of Gondolin's greatest architects at hand to build it. Now he only needs the cooperation of the local population.

Unfortunately, said population is objecting. Represented by the son of the tavern owners, they resist the architect's grand plans, and it is up to Glorfindel to convince Erestor to yield.

My Deep Valley Chapter 7: They Shall Not Pass (link goes to A03)

"Snow is nothing but water."

My Deep Valley Chapter 8: At Dusk (link goes to A03)

"You name does not appear here," he finally declared. "I fear you must sleep with the goats."

For @sortumavaara and @keiliss

Notes:

For the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2022, artist @sortumavaara created a very lovely piece of art.

Unfortunately, @keiliss could not fill the following prompt anymore:

Glorfindel/Erestor (M/M) For this piece E & G have known each other for a while; first as co-workers but now have become friends of sort. The current deal with them is their (borderline alcoholic tendency) to get lost in the sauce once a tenday while complaining about the things they have to put up with. (You can get as mean as you’d like.) Somehow this always ends up with them sharing a bed (see picture). Imladris 2nd age.

Sortumavaara's art captured a special moment and mood. I would like to thank the artist from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to use both artwork and prompt as inspiration for this tale. I do not know whose prompt it was, but of course, this one is for them as well.

An awfully long time ago, there was an open chat on the "Elf on a Shelf" website. It was part role playing, part chatting about our daily lives, part plot bunny breeding. A virtual pub for fans of all things Tolkien. Keiliss was one of them, and she fed my plot bunnies many carrots. She was great; I wish I had told her more often. I miss her.

Thanks to everyone for their patience with this tale. These last months brought many personal losses, and at times, it was simply not possible for me to write anything positive. But as always, "this deep valley" has been a healing place for me just as it was for Glorfindel.