#erinti of the maiar

[lya-dustin]

Fic masterlist

Hotd

Someone will remember us (aemond targaryen x oc, aemma velaryon) completed ,rated: M

All is Bliss (in the Court of Aemma the Great) Aemond x Aemma, completed, rated M

Whatever souls are made of (aemond x aemma one shot series)

To the ends of the earth (aemond x aemma au)

Aemond x Reader inserts

Hotd big bang spring 2024

Cupid kills with arrows (arranged marriage/loosely based on queen charlotte au)

Shock and delight (bridgerton au)

Sun (one word prompt, shock and delight)

Castle (one word prompt, rhaenicent)

Hotd bigbang road 24 prompts

Sweet mother (table sex gate ft rhaenicent) rated: M

Desperate Measures (Gwayne Hightower x Jena Mertyns(oc))

The Last Kingdom

Osferth masterlist

Aethelred x reader

Magnificent Century

Au list

Dune

Queen of Light, King of Darkness (Feyd x OC)

The Last Wolf of Lankiveil (part 2 of Feyd x Nurbanu(oc))

Broken (feyd x nurbanu one shot)

Saltburn

A Comedy of Nonmathematical Errors (Michael Gavey is secretly Felix Catton's twin) hiatus

Rings of Power

I Sang of Leaves of Gold (gil galad x maia!oc, rings of power)

the moon lives in the lining of your skin(gil galad x erinti, silmarilion)

The Stone Table (gil galad x erinti smut)

[aureentuluva70]

So you're telling me that Tolkien was going to write a story about Erinti aka Ilmarë-who we know practically zilch about despite being among the greatest of the maiar-and her likely romance with the Man in the Moon and then he just...didn't write it???

[laurinque]

Okay. I’m going to start 3 lists. A list of things we expect to see in The Rings of Power Season Two, a list of things I hope to see in Season Two, and some things we should see by the end of the series.

A. Things we can expect to see (some but not all of these have been mentioned in interviews with the show runners, writers, or actors):  1. Backstory for Adar and Sauron’s relationship 

 2. Círdan the shipwright (!!!) I’m guessing this involves Gil Galad

 3. Rhûn We know nothing about Rhûn so the creatives may go wild and create something amazing. I hope so! The wizard and Nori will go there. They may not like everything about it. (”To the East I go not.”)

 4. The death of someone named Durin. I won’t try to guess the number following his name.  5. Arondir not dying, please I beg of you. Will we see him again with Adar? Hopefully with Bronwyn

 6. Isildur and Berek and their adventures getting out of Mordor

 7. Celeborn (and Celebrían as I am reminded by @erinti-of-the-maiar )

B. Things I would love to see in Season Two, a wish list:   1. Revelations about Isildur’s mother   2. A revelation about Theo’s father   3. Anarion and what he’s doing and thinking about, and just more about the faithful of Númenor and the west of Númenor   4. Everything about Adar from his youth before he met Morgoth onward: his name, his age, his lineage, how he was turned from a young elf, possibly of high breeding, maybe even someone who saw the light of the Two Trees, to what he is now. Not every gory detail of course, just the gist of it. I want more Adar content. C. Things we should see by the end of the series in random order (we can all probably agree on most of these):   1. The making and distributing of the 7 dwarf rings and 9 human rings, including the turning of the Nazgûl. Kind of hoping Eärian won’t be one of them but I've already written off Kemen. (Theo?)  2. The Harfoots settling and starting the Shire. And as one brilliant person suggested, the wagon wheels becoming doors  3. Ar Pharazon becomes king, attacks Sauron in Middle Earth, Sauron surrenders. Sauron taken as prisoner to Númenor, chums up to Ar Pharazon and together they cut down and burn the White Tree and prepare an attack on the Undying Lands, yada yada yada then giant wave like in the palantir  4. Elendil and his sons escaping the destruction of Númenor and establishing cities in Middle Earth including Minas Tirith, eventually fighting Sauron in the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, Sauron loses a finger, etc.  ;-)  Death of Gil Galad and Celebrimbor.  5. Somehow, the beginning of the Rohirrim? It seems unavoidable   6. Arrival to Middle Earth of more wizards. I’ll be angry if they do to Radagast my beloved what the Hobbit movies did to him.    7. (Wishful thinking) At least a glimpse of Bombadil   8. The story of the ghost army?   9. Dragons?  10. Galadriel establishing Lothlórien, Elrond establishing Rivendell. That’s enough to start. I’m sure I’ll think of more, especially for the wish list. Please join in if you want!

[ao3feed-tolkien]

I sang of leaves of gold

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/X9ygwNS

by Julyzaa

Erinti of the Maiar knew their brother would come back and that the time of the elves would come to an end. She had not known the time would come so soon. A millennium and a half of peace comes to an end no matter how much she tries to stop it.

Words: 513, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ereinion Gil-galad, Original Female Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Elrond Peredhel, Galadriel | Artanis

Relationships: Ereinion Gil-galad/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Established Relationship, Not A Fix-It, Angst, Interspecies Romance, Married Life, Genderqueer Character

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/X9ygwNS

[ocappreciation]

Hi i am Julyzaa. My pronouns are she/they and I am 20+ Aromantic Asexual Mexican American fanfic writer.

Here’s my oc masterlist

I am on Ao3 under the pen name julyzaa

I use side blogs for my writing and most ,if not all, of my ocs are queer and my current fave oc, Eva Shelby, is a bisexual mexican exile

@evita-shelby -for my peaky blinders oc, Eva Smith Shelby and also for my reader inserts and fandom stuff as well

@lya-dustin -for my A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones oc, Lyanna Dustin, but mainly for fandom things

@erinti-of-the-maiar -for my Silmarillion/Lord of the Rings( and Rings of Power) oc, Erinti of the Maiar and also fandom stuff

Hope to make new oc writing mutuals and also have my writing seen because i have been told my oc fics can be too niche.

[julyzaa]

A preview of my next WIP

Still untitled, not a serious fic

Erinti the genderfluid Maia (current pronouns she/they)

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“Shit.”

A Maia could not swear, but really, who was going to tell her what she could and couldn’t do now that she is no longer well received in Aman.

Erinti was created for the purpose of being Nessa’s servant and friend. She was not very powerful, in fact she was the weakest of the Maiar, but that did not stop Eru Ilúvatar from making her Eönwë’s twin.

Her skills were meager, just making a female body had taken her a half a millennium and this elf had a little too many injuries for her liking. Melian could heal person within the hour, but Erinti would need a week at the least.

The horse had bolted the second she healed its foot, and while she did have above average strength, it is still annoying having to carry the heavily armored elf into her cottage.

Eru, I should’ve stayed a man, the maia had complained.

But the horse meant a stable and she has no stables, she barely had a spare bedroom and a functioning privy she never used. Eru, why did she forget to make a kitchen, how will they feed their guest?

Erinti could not guard an entire kingdom like Melian did with her girdle, but this part of the hills was a small haven itself. A haven this elf lord had broken in to several times.

Speaking of her guest, he had awoken and just stared at her with interest.

“You are rather bold to enter my realm.” She said placing her hands again on his broken leg. It was really broken, like if they had been human, they would’ve just killed the man and be done with it.

“Forgive me, my lady, I was overtaken by your beauty.” He said, having that look Eri recognized all too well.

She knew love, fuck, she’d had plenty of maidens and men courting her when she was Lord Erinti of Doriath.

But he had called her a lady, so she could let it slide.

[ainurmoodboards]

Ilmarë

The Lovely, The Handmaiden, The Starlit One

Ilmarë was a Maia known as the handmaiden of Varda and was one of the chiefs of the Maiar. This is about all the information we get about her from the Silmarillion.

In Tolkien’s earlier works, she was at one point called Erinti and was associated with love, beauty, and music. Here she was the sister of Salmar/Noldorin and Omar/Amillo, who were both also associated with music. The three siblings were notable in that they were the only Valar (the concept of the Maiar hadn’t been developed yet) to leave Aman and live among the elves on the island of Tol Eressëa. 

Tolkien later changed her to be the daughter of Varda and Manwë and the sister of Eönwë. Here they were called the eldest of the children of the Valar, since at this point Tolkien still hadn’t created the Maiar. She lived high in the sky and is hinted to be powerful, but is also described as being uninterested in war. 

Once Tolkien developed the Maiar he abandoned the idea of the Valar having children, resulting in the Valar becoming more like angels and saints and less like Greco-Roman or Norse deities. Ilmarë became a Maia of Varda and her brother Eönwë became the herald of Manwë, and they are described as “chiefs” of the Maiar. She therefore retains her power and association with Varda, but she is no longer described as lovely and beautiful like in earlier texts. Of her earlier “brothers” Salmar becomes a Maia of Ulmo who made his conch shell horns, while Omar/Amillo was dropped. 

As a beautiful and lovely maiden who is associated with both the heavens and the sea (Erinti lived on an island and her “brother” Salmar is associated with the sea) Ilmarë can perhaps be seen as an angelic, idealized version of the love goddess Venus/Aphrodite. It is generally agreed that Aphrodite’s cult originated from eastern cults of goddesses such as Isis, Ishtar, Astarte, Asherah, and Atargatis, who all had associations with love as well as stars and the sea. Her name also heavily implies a connection to Ilmatar, a virgin spirit of the air in Finnish mythology who is impregnated by the sea; Tolkien drew heavily from Finnish mythology in his works. Ilmarë’s depiction as a powerful, heavenly woman who has no interest in war also indicates that, like many of Tolkien’s female supernatural characters, she is influenced by the Virgin Mary via Tolkien’s Catholic faith. 

[emerwenaranel]

Silmarillion fancast: Ni Ni as Ilmare

Ilmarë is a fictional character from J. R. R. Tolkien's Middle-earth legendarium. Her name may come from the Elvish word for "starlight". It has been noted that her name closely resembles that of Ilmarinen which is a name shared by both an ancient Finnic sky-god and a character in the Kalevala.

Along with Eönwë, Ilmarë is chief among the Maiar, and also the handmaiden to Varda. She is only mentioned briefly in the Valaquenta, where she is described as one of the chiefs of the Maiar. In The Book of Lost Tales she was named Erinti, and was said to be the Lady of Tol Eressëa before she became the daughter of Manwë and Varda. In The Silmarillion, though, she is made by Ilúvatar for the Music of the Ainur.

[mallecurunin]

Varda Elentári “The Sublime, The Queen of the Stars”

Varda Elentári is the spouse of Manwë and the second in authority to him under the One. She is the Queen of the Stars, and watches over all the Children of Ilúvatar under her stars. Her domain is that of the highest airs and regions of space, and the stars and luminaries of the heavens. She it was who in the deeps of unrecorded time caused the great nurseries to birth the wheeling fires of the night sky, and who caused the nebulas and galaxies of the night to blossom from the darkness. Hers is the domain of Light, and she is holy beyond all. In her face the light of Ilúvatar shines most clearly, and she is too beautiful to behold. Melkor hates her most of all the Valar, because of her radiance and her ability to perceive the true minds of all she beholds. When she is with Manwë, she can hear all the supplications and prayers of the peoples of the world, and she is moved. She it was who made filled and hallowed the Sun and Moon, and charted their courses. All the astral influences of the heavens are her domain, and she governs the constellations and their houses.

Names:  Q. Varda Elentári, Queen of the Stars, Tintallë, The Kindler, Airë Tári, Holy Queen, Oiolossë,  Everwhite, S. Elbereth Gilthoniel, Fanuilos, V. Vâradhâz

Colors: White, Silver, Grey, Yellow

Associations: Stars, Motherhood, Astrology, Aid in Distress, Perception, Knowledge

Element: Air

Stones: Ametrine, Blue Topaz, Citrine, Kyanite, Rutile Quartz, Scolecite, Seraphinite, Turquoise

Animals: Birds of all kinds, especially nocturnal birds, Owls

Plants and Herbs: Acacia, Lavender, Marjoram, Peppermint, Sage

Maiar: The Súruli

Varda dwells in Ilmarin atop of Oiolossë, the ever-white snowy peak of Taniquetil, the tallest mountain in Arda. Her spouse is Manwë, and they govern Arda from their lofty seats. She collected the dews of the Two Trees in great vats called the Wells of Varda about the green hill of Ezellohar, and with the silver light of Telperion she kindled the new stars in the upper airs before the waking of the Elves, in order to guide their lives with hopes. These are the astrological signs, and they are affected by the movements of the vast luminaries of the Deep Heavens, which she also made. She is the ruler of the Súruli, the sylphs of the winds, who gust about the high heavens, guiding the luminaries on their journeys and hallowing the stars of the night. Of these, the chief is Ilmarë, meaning the Spark of High Heaven, who is the handmaid of Varda, and sits by her side under the airy dome of Ilmarin and watches the course of the stars. She is the patron of Astrology, and is Varda’s deputy in the matters of the signs. Another is Erinti, the Lone, whose domain is hearing the prayers of the Children. She is radiant and inspires love wherever she goes. Varda is the great protector of those in need, and will answer prayers as a light in the darkness.

[lya-dustin]

I Sang of Leaves of Gold

Summary: Erinti of the Maiar knew her brother would come back and that the time of the elves would come to an end.

She had not known the time would come so soon. A millennium and a half of peace comes to an end no matter how much she tries to stop it.

(Rings of Power!Gil-galad x Maia!oc)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[lya-dustin]

The Stone Table

or a rewrite of a one shot i did when rings of power first came out in my now deleted lotr blog erinti-of-the-maiar

Gil-galad x Erinti(oc)

could be read as part of both The Moon Lives in the Lining of Your Skin(silmarilion version)and I Sang of Leaves of Gold(Rings of power verision

inspired by this post made by @queenmeriadoc

summary: Gil-galad’s Maia wife wants a baby but his schedule is too busy so she uses their bond to spice things up during a feast to get what she wants.

cw: sex, telepathic dirty talk, cunnilingus, p in v sex, breeding, table sex, breast play

Her husband has always been too serious.

He had been serious and sensible with a perpetually stern brow despite his youth when they first married. While Ereinion Gil-galad had never been wild, he has always been bold.

The burden of kingship weighs heavily on him as does a strange hint of evil growing in the air. He smiles less and less these days, rarely takes a day off and Erinti has found him too tired to seek pleasure as of late.

She aches for him, to feel him move within her and see his troubles melt away as he sows his seed into her womb.

The Maia wants a child, to have their feä join and create a life inside her that will become a babe in her arms for them to love and nurture for the rest of their days.

And that cannot happen if her husband refuses to fuck that baby into her. To have him be rough with her, to have him overpower her and fuck her until all of Lindon feels the effect of their orgasms.

It would soon be autumn, but no plant would die nor leaf fall if the High King were to take her bent over his desk, or against the wall or on the balcony like they did a while ago.

Gil-galad’s hand on his glass tightens as his wife’s desire is felt through their bond.

Elves can hold a strong bond to the point of feeling one live and die no matter the distance, a Maiar could even manipulate a person so long as there is an opening.

Erinti and her husband have a bond so strong she knows the Halls of Mandos wouldn’t stand a chance against it. Sometimes they do not even need to speak out loud, his thoughts and hers can be heard and even seen as clearly as if each other were part of their psyche.

She is half expecting him to ask her to stop and yet her husband does not. Instead, her stick in the mud husband matches her desire with his.

Despite the regal and rigid as stone aspect he has, Gil-galad has quite a filthy mind. And, of course, the stamina to tire his maiar wife.

Something he reminds her with a hidden smile as he drinks his wine. Wine he claims is not as fine as that nectar that flows from her womb.

A womb he will fill the moment the feast is cleared, or so he promises.

But it does not end there, no, he doesn’t allow her to concentrate on the things said by those speaking to her as he takes his revenge.

He likes the low cut of her dress, the swell of her bosom on display like that for him, the fact that she wore no shift, or any other undergarments, had not gone unnoticed by him.

The king wants to tease her over the clothes, to knead and brush his thumb over her sensitive nipples as he kissed his way down her fair neck and collarbone until he is tearing off the dress to free her body from its confines. He intended to lavish her perfect breasts and use his mouth and fingers to string out that beautiful melody she makes when she comes.

A good prelude for what he had planned after the feast is over. By the time she’s readied for him to breed her Erinti of the Flowers would be naked and exposed to the cool autumn air.

The stone table would suffice, stone does not grow roots and leaves when he fucks his queen on it. Their bed had become a living tree with great roots and thick foliage with how attentive her husband usually is.

This particular stone was of great strength, carved from deep inside the mountains of Eregion and able to withstand the might of an Ent if it is to be believed.

A maia in the throes of passion may test that myth. Erinti’s hands had broken many things when her control slipped, while her ability was to nurture the earth as a servant of Yavanna and Nessa, her strength could destroy towers and castles with ease.

Gil-galad prided himself in making her lose control and admire his handiwork after. Not all furniture survived after he and his Queen were done.

It would not end with the table; he wants to take under the stars like he did when they wed. To have her ride him as the stars frame her like the goddess she is. To have the heavens and the earth witness the creation of a second Lúthien Tinúviel.

Not a princess, she corrects, but a son, a prince whose name she has seen from the moment she first laid with Gil-Galad.

Finnellach, flame of hair and eye.

The feast is scarcely over when the king makes good on his promise.

The king wastes no time in picking her up and setting her at the edge of the table, hiking up her dress until she could feel his hardness pressing between the heavy robes separating it from her cunt, feel how their game and his victory have affected him.

If she was as wet as the Lhûn before the final course had begun, the Maia Queen was sure to drown her husband with the waters from her womb.

“Has your husband been remiss in his duties, Lothíriel?” he asks between kisses with his sharp eyes dark and voice dripping with arousal.

Lothíriel, maiden crowned with flowers. The name he gave her when they first met, the name she wears as his wife just as he is Rodnor to her and the only name he cries out in pleasure.

“Our bed has wilted from your neglect, Rodnor.” The maia locked her long legs at his waist and let her hands roam up his chest and breaking the gorget he was wearing and tossing it aside as if it were nothing. “The leaves have begun to change color, but you’d notice that if you didn’t come so late and leave so early each day. I had half a mind to file a petition and demand a private audience with his grace to fix the issue.”

“You should have, I would have remedied the issue right there on my throne.” The vivid memory of all those times they had defiled his throne had her as wet as the Lhûn. “Her grace shall be crowned with oak blooms before dawn tomorrow.”

There is no promise of him taking the day off tomorrow, but the maia will fix that before the night is over.

“I better be, or his grace will not be leaving our bed.” The red haired being struggled to contain her desperation for him and effortlessly tore his robe of him to leave him only in his breeches.

He was built like an ox, trained in the same weapon that killed his beloved sister and as darkness grew around them, ready for war.

The scars from the Wrath have long since faded, you would not be able to tell he is a seasoned warrior and commander from looks alone. His physical strength could almost match her own, something Erinti Lothíriel has always loved.

“I won’t leave it either way.” With a smile he tears her dress apart until it pools around her waist on the table, and he is free to kiss his way down her neck and collar to her chest.

Gil-galad loves her breasts, the way they fit perfectly in his hands and their rosy peaks stiffen even more in the autumn air after he’d taken each of them into his mouth. He doesn’t stop there, the high king pushed her gently down to lie on the stone table as he continued down to her cunt as her hands threaded themselves in his dark mane.

The first time he had done this, the maia had turned made the meadow bloom to its fullest and remain so despite summer turning to fall soon after. The other times had resurrected the oak trees their bed had been.

Now as he threw her long bare leg over his shoulder, they would see how the stone would fare against the Scion of Kings putting his mouth and fingers to better use.

He is not the stern king with the weight of the world bearing down on him when they make love. He is simply her husband, her lover who knows exactly how to make her lose control of this fair form she made to be with him.

Her hand gripping the rough edge of the table feels nothing of the discomfort the stone against her soft palm nor does the stone show any sign of crumbling in her hold. Who was to say what would happen when Gil-galad makes her come undone?

She tries to hold back, not an easy task when Gil-galad uses every trick he knows to have her unravel with pleasure.

As great a singer and orator her husband is, Erinti things tongue fucking may be his best talent. The first time he had pleasured her this way the ground had shaken in tandem to her first orgasm and the hold on his hand had resulted in a hard to explain injury.

Still the stone does not break when the crescendo comes to its grand finish. They may have to procure more of it now.

“It passed the first test, but can it pass the second?” Gil-galad wiped her spent from his chin with the torn fabric of her gown, it won’t be of use anymore either way.

His manhood needs little help in reaching full mast, but the sight of it with some seed at its tip has desperate to feel it inside her. To feel it hitting those places only Gil-galad knows as they fuck hard and loud in open air without a drop of shame.

It was far too difficult to stop people from taking notice of their rulers’ sexual habits when their queen’s moods affected the life around them. So difficult it no longer mortified them almost two thousand years after.

“Only one way to find out.” The Maia breathes hard from the peak he brought her to, leaned back on her hands and spread her legs wide for her husband waiting for him to plow into her until Elbereth herself feels as if she too has been fucked senseless.

“The way her grace behaves, one would think she was a courtesan of the Edain and not a holy being.” he snaked an arm around her waist as the other pulled her face to his.

“Perhaps this holy being likes to be worshipped differently.” The maia kissed her husband deeply, tasting herself in his mouth as she pulled him closer to her until he dropped the hand on her chin to guide himself into her.

The wholeness that comes with being with him like this is heavenly, their feä melds into each other’s own as their bodies join in ways forbidden to anyone else.

“Then I will make this table a second altar to worship you on, Lothíriel.” His voice is low with desire and groans as he begins to move within her. Slow and steady, savoring every contour of her perfect body and driving her slowly to madness.

She may be Maiar, but Valar, did she find sexual compatibility the best thing Ilúvatar could bless his creations with. Her womanhood fit him like a glove, or so he says.

Perfection even Valinor would envy, his thoughts fill her head as he goes deeper and harder and brings his deft fingers to her button as his mouth seeks out her breast.

Their lovemaking brings the much-needed release Gil-galad desperately needed. Too many troubles coming seemingly out of nowhere and the lack of respite to find the why of it.

He is not the stone king teetering on the edge of a burst vein in his cerebrum, he is the elf groaning his wife’s name as their lewd sounds and smells fill the air. Time passes by around them and yet nothing exists beyond the two of them and their bliss.

Gil-galad comes just as he brings her to a second climax, a beautiful melody ending with a kindling of a new life.

“The stone didn’t break.” The King of the Noldor is still catching his breath when they remember to see if his theory proved correct. “We shall need more of this stone.”

“The table at your war room will need replacement.” The Maia grins hoping to see how they break that great round table hewn from a weaker stone.

[lya-dustin]

you know the funniest coincidence rop has done is that their saurons have had some similarities to my maiar oc thus believably coming off as sort of siblings

[lya-dustin]

I Sang of Leaves of Gold

Ch.2

Divider by @saradika-graphics

“How did this happen?” Galadriel smiles and laughs when she greets the Queen of the Noldor at her bed. The Queen has been told to rest well after the anxiety of it all had caused false labor pains and now would receive all her visitors in bed, keeping herself busy with mending a tunic Elrond had accidentally torn when it got snagged by a branch in his favorite nook.

“Well, I am sure you have heard the minstrels, his sword is long, his lance is keen.” Erinti joked with her old friend. “Only took us a millennium and a half to have it work.”

Erinti had been dying to have a child of her own and finally her prayers had been answered. The Maia had hovered over Galadriel and Elwing when both elf women had been pregnant, been there when they gave birth and helped their children.

Erinti had held Celebrian and the twins when they were born and now neither Elwing nor Galadriel will be here to return the favor.

If only the maia wasn’t about to have her forced into Valinor.

But Galadriel had to leave, to leave before evil uses her to destroy them all.

“It took Celeborn and I a long time for us to have our Celebrian. I could not believe it when I felt her feä inside me.” Galadriel turns melancholic as she speaks of her only child. “Nor when she had her one hundredth begetting day after the war finally ended.”

Her daughter had disappeared along with Celeborn after Beleriand sank and never seen or heard of again. Even after a thousand and a half years, they were still struggling to find all the survivors and the remaining elven kingdoms.

The Green wood had only established communication with them just last month, but the Silvan and Sindar there strongly resented the Noldor for the Kinslayings and now that darkness has begun to awaken, it had become even harder to find all the missing peoples. There had been no word about the silver-haired Prince of Doriath nor his young daughter amongst the survivors that were still being discovered every day.

“She would have been of an age with Elrond, wouldn’t she?” the maia asked the golden-haired daughter of Finarfin.

Celebrian had reached adulthood when she disappeared with her father, she served as a healer and a warrior in her own right beside him and both had left on what was supposed to only be an uneventful journey to Oropher’s fledgling kingdom up north.

There were whispers that she may have not survived the ambush that killed most of Celeborn’s army, but a parent always knows when their child or soulmate’s feä disappear from the Song. Galadriel refused to put down her sword for more than just vengeance, the golden-haired warrior had hopes to find them herself as she scoured the realms for the remaining levies still fighting in Morgoth’s name.

“Yes, I suppose she would.” The blonde’s sadness held a hint of softness and that is another knife stabbing at the Maia’s heart. Every once in a while, it seemed that she was healing, but you cannot heal until you find closure.

She would find that healing in the Holy Lands, Lorien and Este would remove the darkness that was taking root in her feä. Erinti hoped she would one day be forgiven for this duplicity.

“When are you due?” Galadriel changed the subject and tried not to focus on the half-mended shirt

“Any moment now, he will be born before the last leaf falls.” Erinti prayed this baby was the cure to the dying of the trees. There was still so much to do here, she did not want to leave Middle Earth yet. “Finnellach, flame of hair and eye.”

Did that make her a hypocrite? Her wanting to stay and yet pushing Galadriel into leaving when she does not want to leave just yet.

Valar, it did, didn’t it.

But it was for the best.

there was no other way to prevent Mairon from escaping his prison and wrecking havoc upon Middle Earth.

“Sister,” Sauron calls out weakly to her, but she will not hear him. “Sweet sister, please!”

He knows she can hear him; their bond predated the known world, and it could never sever no matter what she tried.

She used to be a child who ran and laughed until she decided to go with Melian. She used to wear the bumblebee hairpins he had crafted for her before Melkor corrupted him, golden things that reflected the light of the Trees and came alive in her fiery red hair.

He has one in his grasp as he uses it to enhance their bond to try and break her resolve. The bumblebee shows no sign of wear nor rot despite how ancient it is, it is as if a mortal had only parted with it for some years and not having been lost by a rambunctious child god who flitted from flower to flower as the trees came to life.

The child had grown into an adult and now his sister would be a mother with a mother’s heart. His sister shimmers with new life even as everything begins to die around her, the babe inside her will have her fire in his hair and his odious father’s stern brow that goes back to his forefather, Finwë.

They ruled Lindon and their people justly, Erinti as Queen of the Noldor and caretaker of the Great Tree.

“Erinti! Little sister, little bee!” He calls out into the void as the Southron people in his raft go on thinking he is merely asleep.

The Blight has returned even as he floats in limbo debating whether to beg like a dog at Manwë’s feet or embrace what Melkor made him into.

The Blight calls to him, whispers of all the power he can have now that Morgoth is gone. The Orcs were amassing under his betrayer, an elf still not fully an Orc who called himself Adar, and that place they had created together to regroup in was ripe for the taking.

He is the King of Kings, the Lord of the World. And he is here posing as a nobody destined to die at Ulmo’s hands.

He could have it all. Regain what he lost and some more.

But in order to do that, he must find a way to break through Ulmo’s prison.

“Erinti Lóteriel! Sister!”

The queen wears golds and blues, regal like the powerful maia she appears to be.

She protects Lindon, she keeps the kingdom in a perpetual golden summer, and yet it is not enough.

Summer turns to fall, the first leaves are falling and Erinti, Queen of the Elves, prays Galadriel doesn’t turn back.

“Sister!” she hears Mairon call out for her and ignores his pleas.

She had begged him to repent, but his damnable pride had prevented him from returning to Aman and beg for forgiveness. He had wanted to be welcomed back without earning it, to find redemption without changing a single thing about himself.

Sauron, even in his defeat, refused to humble himself before the Valar and accept Eru Ilúvatar’s justice.

Brother, she wants to answer back, but the moment he can grab onto their bond it is all over.

So Erinti focused on all that she protects instead and turns deaf to his calling.

The queen gives her husband a reassuring smile and he begins with the speech Elrond has spent weeks agonizing over.

“These most valiant of warriors kneel here before us, victorious. For though Morgoth fell an Age ago, some feared a new evil might arise from his shadow. So, for centuries now, these soldiers have swept across crag and crevice, washing away the last remnants of our enemy like spring rain over the bones of a spoilt carcass. And now, at last, they return to us in triumph, for they have proven beyond any doubt that our days of war are over. Today…” the king paused for effect, and she pretends she didn’t hear her brother call out to her nor feel the guilt for doing this to Galadriel.

“Our days of peace begin.”

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I Sang of Leaves of Gold

Summary:Erinti of the Maiar knew their brother would come back and that the time of the elves would come to an end.

She had not known the time would come so soon. A millennium and a half of peace comes to an end no matter how much she tries to stop it.

Chapter 1

Gil Galad x Maia!oc

Cw: pregnancy, magic, visions

A repost of my fic that i had in my lotr/rings of power blog when s1 came out

The great tree had been a gift.

A symbol of Ilúvatar's blessings and their hard earned peace.

And yet it had begun to wilt. Its vitality had begun to decrease little by little. Drip by drip, little by little until it bleeds out with every leaf and the trunk rots away.

It wasn’t noticeable yet, only to Erinti who was made with the purpose of caring for all the beautiful things Yavanna had created it was. The Maia had chosen to stay in Middle Earth, to heal the lands after so much devastation and live with the elf king whom she fell in love with a millennium ago. Her destiny was to nurture life and now she finally had the privilege of nurturing a life inside her womb.

She is soon to give birth and now ill omens appear all around her.

“When the Tree loses it’s life then you will know the time of the elves will be done.” Eönwë’s pronouncement echoes in her ears as it did when she chose to stay instead of returning to the Undying Lands where no pain nor sorrows could ever touch her.

But Eönwë had said Elves would have one more age in Middle Earth before they are all called back to Valinor. Erinti, Lady of the Flowers and Queen of the Noldor, would not leave until the babe in her womb flourishes and becomes the flaming beacon of Lindon.

Why was it coming so soon?

Why now? Why now when their happiness would finally be complete?

“What ails you, Erinti?” Her husband asks as she felt the tree for signs of blight.

Melkor had been defeated, and Sauron too weak to come out of hiding, but evil remains and it will resurface again just as it had been shown in the Music at the beginning of the world.

There is something in the Music, something that will ruin the melody and only Erinti alone could hear it. She is one of the few here, Tom Bombadil and the wizard in Rhûn lived too far, and, in her condition, travel was out of the question. There was no way for her to consult with them without causing great alarm everywhere.

“Something in the earth is sapping the life of the Great Tree. I cannot find why or how it is happening; I tend to it personally every day, yet the blight returns.” Something terrible is coming, the queen feels a black chill in her bones as she finds the blight in the roots.

Erinti sings the old songs she was taught as she seeks to heal the tree, but the spirit of it rejects her help. As if it were incompatible with her even when Erinti was made to care for it and all the other plants in the world.

It has never happened before.

“It has rejected me?” she gasped as she felt it dissipate into the world instead of feeding the tree.

“Perhaps the tree refuses to take the feä of a pregnant woman. You need all your strength now that you are nearing your time, meleth nîn.” Gil-galad had a tendency to hover over her this past year.

The last child of Maiar and Eldar blood had been Lúthien Tinúviel, and Melian had refused to beget another after laboring days and nights to bring her into this world. The difference in power and kind made unions like there’s almost impossible.

But Erinti Lotheriel has long desired to nurture life inside of her, and after so many centuries they had finally conceived their only child. The Maia had taken every precaution to keep her state from affecting her abilities and the safety she provided for her people, it was not that.

“It has never refused me, even when we conceived our son almost a year ago. It makes no sense for the tree to reject me for carrying a child of my own blood now when it did not do so then.” The red-haired woman shook her head and kept her focus on the silver trunk and golden leaves that still appeared full of life and yet on the precipice of dying. “Something is wrong, I can feel it in my feä, and the tree can feel it in the earth. It is an evil that feeds off hatred, fear, and blood thirst.”

The maia gasps as she sees it in the just beyond the trees. They have never been one to see the future beyond that which relates to her purpose, but she does.

Galadriel paving the way for the Dark Lord to rise and Sauron laughing as the huntress becomes the hunted.

Galadriel giving into Mairon’s seduction as he stokes all that angers and hurts her and becoming what they feared most.

“Galadriel.” It is barely a whisper, as if the queen feared making the vision true just by speaking it out loud.

“Galadriel! She will awaken him, she will not mean to, but she will!” Erinti clutches to her husband in fear of what will come if they cannot put a stop to it.

For the sake of the world. For the sake of all that live in the All-Father’s light, Galadriel cannot be allowed to reach wherever Erinti’s fallen brother has been imprisoned.

For the sake of Middle Earth, she must leave it.

[lya-dustin]

I sang of leaves of gold

chapter 3

cw: stress, pregnancy

“You should rest.” Her husband finds her staring out to the sea as if she could see beyond what Ulmo allows her to. Gil-galad embraced her from behind, kissing her shoulder and helping her relieve the pain at her lower back from the weight of her belly.

Something is wrong. Very wrong.

The Blight had receded only to return that same night stronger than before.

Erinti cannot feel Galadriel’s feä and yet, the maia feels the hairs at her nape rise in warning.

Then she feels it. At that very moment Galadriel refuses the sailor’s help and swims away from the ship. Galadriel had hesitated just as Eru called her home and resolved to follow her heart back to Middle Earth.

She never did lose hope for her child and husband to return home, she knew evil was resurfacing in Middle Earth once more, Erinti should have known better than to agree to have Galadriel sent to Aman.

It had been the best course then, and now Erinti fears they have brought upon their own doom.

“She looked back.” The red-haired woman shuts her eyes as the darkness grows stronger and slams itself against the girdle she placed on Lindon.

Soon enough she will not be able to stop it.

Soon enough the darkness may consume her.

The sudden withdrawal of orcs and creatures to the south and the greater one of the Blue Wizards falling prey to the darkness of the south and eschewing their purpose for personal gain had long hinted to something afoot, but Galadriel and her people had not uncovered anything. In truth, the Commander of the Southern Legions is looking into why the outlying watchtowers have not returned as ordered.

There were symptoms of something worse afoot, something they have yet to discover. The alleged orc mutiny after the Wrath hinted at a new overlord and yet there was not even a whisper in the Music to tell them who that new lord was.

Sauron had not been felt beyond a brief time in the north, his feä too weak to detect until she felt it and heard his new voice calling to her from a shipwreck.

Ulmo would keep him there even if it meant the death of the poor unsuspecting humans with him. A necessary cost, she can hear the Valar say. A cost Erinti would rather not pay, but will the Maia knows better than to interfere with the Song.

Everyone has their role, their place woven by it and all part of the same Song.

Her role in the song was to leave her child form and meet Gil-Galad and love him for the rest of their existence. To rule beside him as queen of the Noldor and tend to the Tree and be the mother to his children.

“He won’t return, if he does then Celebrimbor’s theory about the new ore the Silmaril splintered into is our only hope to banish him to the Void.” Gil-galad reminds her there is still hope, one so small and too dependent on the goodwill of Durin the III.

“What if the dwarves refuse us?” she asks, fearing what would happen if their last option failed. King Durin has never liked her husband’s candor nor the way he blamed During the Younger for any sort of mischief their foster son got up to with the dwarven prince.

His wife liked Erinti, everyone did, but alas the Queen of Khazad-Dûm had died twenty years ago and she is not supposed to travel in her condition. Their only way of knowing what went on inside the mountain was the sapling of the Great Tree that thrived inside of it with the love Prince Durin felt for his wife and children.

Elrond had been remiss in his friendship as he settled as Gil-Galad’s Herald these past years. Too many things to do, too many trees being destroyed to produce interminable stacks of paper on Gil-Galad’s writing desk. The poor boy was not even invited to the wedding nor invited to the ceremony for the children.

Erinti, usually the optimistic one of the two, has doubts of it’s success.

“It’s only been twenty years, the dwarves live long and Durin is a good friend, if a terrible influence, to our Elrond. He would defy his own father for him, and I do not believe the King would be so callous as to let an entire people, babes and children included, die.” The king assures her, pressing his lips to the top of her head as if to banish her fears with it.

Gil-galad would have as much luck with that as she does, tells him so through their bond.

“If he cannot?” she doesn’t wish to know, she already knows what the answer is and yet she cannot help but ask him again foolishly hoping it would be different.

“Then we must prepare.” Gil-galad tenses, his mind racing already with what must be done to keep Lindon and his kind from fading. “Perhaps it is Finnellach’s destiny to be born in the Undying Lands.”

Surrounded by all the loved ones they have lost; she can hear the unsaid words as if she thought them herself.

It was a blessing elven memory did not dim, for that is all that he has of his father and sister. He remembers Finduilas promising to visit him more often once Gwindor returned and his father making him promise to learn all he can from his mother’s kinsman, Círdan.

“Finnellach will be spoiled rotten before he is even born. Your sister will be touched to know she is the reason behind our son’s name.” She leans back against him, relishing the feeling of safety and warmth she only feels with him. “You are probably an uncle many times over now, perhaps even a great uncle.”

“I suppose it will not be so terrible to leave Middle Earth. It could be the All-father finally wishes for you to stop sharing your husband with the realm and for me to be with my family again.”

As much as she tries to ease the burden on his shoulders these past years, there is little Erinti can do about it, but she can feel his lips twitch up in a half-smile at the idea of it and thinks she can settle for that.

That night marks the first time she does not hear her brother calling out for her. For once her mind is silent with her own thoughts and the dreams of a happier life as just two more people in Aman.

She is happier than she has been as of late, even if it all fails the hope they have is enough to lift the Queen’s spirits and end the summer as they always have.

The harvest festivals had ended with the announcement of the begetting of their son and this year would begin with the birth of their prince. The midwifes who attend to her give her leave to go about her duties ensuring the summer ends as it should, and for a moment the matter of the tree is forgotten.

It is all well, Gil-Galad even smiles and takes a moment to spend it away from his duties and spend the evening with her again.

It all comes crashing down when that evening brings forth the falling of the first leaf as the rot eats away the tree.

Finnellach will be the last prince of the Noldor born in Middle Earth.

[lya-dustin]

my gil galad x oc telepathic dirty talk + table sex smut fic is very 😳 and erinti and gil haven't even gotten to the actual smut part.

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She is half expecting him to ask her to stop and yet her husband does not. Instead, her stick in the mud husband matches her desire with his.

Despite the regal and rigid as stone aspect he has, Gil-galad has quite a filthy mind. And, of course, the stamina to tire his maiar wife.

Something he reminds her with a hidden smile as he drinks his wine. Wine he claims is not as fine as that nectar that flows from her womb.

A womb he will fill the moment the feast is cleared, or so he promises.

But it does not end there, no, he doesn’t allow her to concentrate on the things said by those speaking to her as he takes his revenge.

He likes the low cut of her dress, the swell of her bosom on display like that for him. It makes him want nothing more than to free them from their confines, lavish them with attention until she’s mewling his name as he apologizes for neglecting her while kissing every inch of her as he makes his way down to her womanhood.

The stone table would suffice, stone does not grow roots and leaves when he fucks his queen on it. Their bed had become a living tree with great roots and thick foliage with how attentive her husband usually is.

This particular stone was of great strength, carved from deep inside the Ered Lindon and able to withstand the might of an Ent if it is to be believed.

A maia in the throes of passion may test that myth. Erinti’s hands had broken many things when her control slipped, while her ability was to nurture the earth as a servant of Yavanna and Nessa, her strength could destroy towers and castles with ease.