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lord of the rings ladies week day seven | hope | gilraen | @lotrladiessource

“This is our last parting, Estel, my son. I am aged by care, even as one of lesser Men; and now that it draws near I cannot face the darkness of our time that gathers upon Middle-earth. I shall leave it soon.” Aragorn tried to comfort her, saying: “Yet there may be a light beyond the darkness; and if so, I would have you see it and be glad.” But she answered only with this linnod: “Ónen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim: I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept no hope for myself,” and Aragorn went away heavy of heart.

—The Lord of the Rings: Appendix A, “The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen”

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@tolkiengenweek day two | animals | a fox on business of his own

A fox passing through the wood on business of his own stopped several minutes and sniffed. ‘Hobbits!’ he thought. ‘Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a tree. Three of them! There’s something mighty queer behind this.’ He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it.

—The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, “Three is Company”

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Tolkien Fandom Event Calendar

Recently I’ve received some asks about events/weeks in the Tolkien fandom, so I thought I’d compile a list of those that I know about. This is not exhaustive, and dates are subject to change by the organizers of these events!

Other blogs you can check out are @tolkieneventsblog and @tolkienfandomevents, though I’m not sure how active those are. The @silmarillionwritersguild Discord also has a channel dedicated to signal boosts for all sorts of Tolkien-related & general fandom happenings, which is another excellent way to keep up with fandom goings-on.

Want to run your own event? Here’s some of my tips!

If your event is not on here and you’d like it to be, let me know and I can add it :) Note: I will only add events that have announced dates!

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JANUARY Screw Yule My Slashy Valentine @myslashyvalentine — work time Lord of the Rings Secret Santa @lotr-sesa — reveals Thorin’s Spring Forge @thorinsspringforge — signups Second Age Week @secondageweek

FEBRUARY Hidden Paths My Slashy Valentine — reveals Thorin’s Spring Forge — claims Maedhros and Maglor Week @maedhrosmaglorweek

MARCH Back to Middle-earth Month @spring-into-arda Thorin’s Spring Forge — work time Fëanorian Week Fun with Fanon Fest Round 1 @funwithfanon

APRIL Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang @tolkienrsb — signups Silm Remix @tolkienremix — signups & assignments Thorin’s Spring Forge — reveals  Aralas Week @aralas-week Barduil Month @bi-widower-dads All of Arda is Autistic @all-of-arda-is-autistic F3: Focus on Friendship & Family, Phase I @spring-into-arda

MAY Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — claims Silm Remix — reveals Aspec Arda Week @aspecardaweek Angbang Week @angbangweek Gondolin Week @gondolinweek F3: Focus on Friendship & Family, Phase II

JUNE Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — work time Scribbles and Drabbles @fall-for-tolkien — signups Tolkien Ekphrasis Week @tolkienekphrasisweek F3: Focus on Friendship & Family, Phase III

JULY Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — work time Scribbles and Drabbles — claims Tolkien Gen Week @tolkiengenweek LotR Ladies Week @lotrladiessource Tolkien Appreciation Week @tolkienweek Tolkien Latin American & Caribbean Week @tolkienlatamandcaribbeanweek

AUGUST Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — deadlines Scribbles and Drabbles — art reveals Innumerable Stars Exchange @innumerable-stars — nominations & signups Tolkien of Colour Week @tolkienofcolourweek Silvergifting Week @silvergiftingweek Tolkien OC Week @tolkienocweek

SEPTEMBER Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — reveals Scribbles and Drabbles — work time Innumerable Stars Exchange — signups & assignments Sindar Week @sindarweek Dor Cúarthol Week @dorcuartholweek Finwëan Ladies Week @finweanladiesweek

OCTOBER Innumerable Stars Exchange — reveals Scribbles and Drabbles — work time Half-elven Week @halfelvenweek

NOVEMBER Tolkien Secret Santa @officialtolkiensecretsanta — signups & assignments Scribbles and Drabbles — fic reveals Nolofinwean Week @nolofinweanweek

DECEMBER Tolkien Secret Santa — advent calendar & reveals My Slashy Valentine @myslashyvalentine — signups & assignments Lord of the Rings Secret Santa — claims Khazad Week @khazadweek

MONTHLY EVENTS: These events have prompts/challenges occurring every month. Teitho Contest Tolkien Short Fanworks Silmarillion Writers’ Guild @silmarillionwritersguild

(this list was last updated 5/4/23)

LEGACY EVENTS: These events used to occur, but have not happened within the last year. Arda Needs More Pride @ardaneedsmorepride (bimonthly; last run 2020) Kiliel Week @kilielweek (timing variable; last run 2021) @oneringnet monthly events (last run 2021) Atani Week @ataniweek (January; last run 2021) Legendarium Ladies April @legendariumladiesapril (April; last run 2020) Gates of Summer Exchange @gatesofsummerexchange (May-June, last run 2022) Tolkien South Asian Week, run by @arwenindomiel (June; last run 2022) Arafinwëan Week @arafinweanweek (July; last run 2019) Fëanturi Week (August; last run 2019; no official blog and the creator has deactivated) Imladrim Week @imladrimweek (November; last run 2019) Doriath Week @doriathweek (November; last run 2020) Tolkien Family Week @tolkienfamilyweek (November; last run 2021)

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The Silmaril melted away in the fires of the earth.

It is no longer there; its power diffused into the heart of Arda. The piece of its maker that was trapped within was released, and the soul of the one who bore it down into its unmaking was set free.

But the earth remembered.

Some of that power dissipated into the soil, and great flowers and trees grew up, up, into the sky, reaching for the Star of High Hope that was their kin.

Some of that power escaped into the air, and echoes of song floated along the breezes, guiding lost travelers always, always to the sea.

Some of that power vanished into the waters, and shone upon pearls brighter and more beautiful than any seen before.

And some of that power was carried down, down, down into the forges of the world itself, and with time and pressure and heat was reshaped into something resembling its former self.

The Silmaril was not found in the mines deep below the Lonely Mountain. But a spark of its power did travel there, and settled into an ordinary gem, and by the skilled hands of the dwarves who delved there was made into a jewel worthy of a king.

The Arkenstone, the heart of the mountain: it remembers what once it was, the blood that was spilled for it, the power it wielded. Its echoes linger, like mournful songs carried along by sea-breezes.

The Arkenstone is not the Silmaril. It is not the same jewel for which Oaths were sworn and kin were slain. But it remembers. And those who hold it feel that history in their hands, and some part of them remembers, too.

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@funwithfanon fest day 2, fanon inversion

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Here we walk together amid the verdant trees. You are the taller between us, warm and glowing in my eyes, and you lead me through the murky shadows. I cling to your hand, utterly trusting. You are light and comfort; you know the way. You will never let me down.

Here we are embracing after you long have been away. You are older and wiser, handsomer than ever, and as ever I am smitten by your beauty. In your shadow I feel small and awkward, still a boy, while you have become a man. But you smile to me, and take my hand, and I have never felt more safe.

Here we dance in freedom through fields of gold and green. Still you tower over me, and still you shine with a flame unquenchable; but I have nourished a flame of my own. I match your stride, for all your limber legs are longer than mine, and tackle you with a whoop of laughter, sending us tumbling down a hill. When we fall still at last I am astride you, and I smile, and I see a spark of wonder in your eyes.

Here we spar with sharpened blades, our blood running hot, our anger with it. You get the better of me, for though I am strong, you are still the quicker between us. I fall to my knees before you, at your mercy, but you do not make your final strike. Your face is grave, your shoulders tense, but you only stand, watching me. I tilt my neck, offering myself in total surrender. I trust in you with everything, even now.

Here we lie in twilight, our breath mingling, our hearts pounding. We are closer now than we ever have been, and yet I know, I know we shall be closer still. You kiss me fierce and tender, and I kiss you back the fiercer. You are all I have ever wanted. You are all I will ever need.

Here we are in the shadows, in the backrooms, behind closed doors. Here we are in secret, in passion, in desperation, in distant lands where none know our names. Here we cling to one another, knowing it cannot last, hoping that it will.

Here we are in tumult, in argument, in screams. Here we are together, even as we turn away.

Here we are in darkness, and yet your soul still shines.

Here we are in danger, I moving to your side.

Here we are, a sea apart, smoke stinging our eyes;

Here we are in torment, fighting for our lives.

—Here we are together, despite what we have done. Here we are in darkness, as though the end has come.

Here we are together, your blood upon my blade. Here we soar above it all, you cradled like a babe. In my arms I hold you, singing softly to your soul:

Here I am, my darling, ever by thy side. Never shall I leave thee, not while I am alive. Now I am the stronger, and thou art in my care—and as thou led me when I was small, now I will lead thee, back to the light, back to my love, until we may walk together through the trees once more.

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@tolkienofcolourweek day three | men | andreth saelind

Andreth was a woman of the House of Beor, the sister of Bregor father of Barahir (whose son was Beren One-hand the renowned). She was wise in thought, and learned in the lore of Men and their histories; for which reason the Eldar called her Saelind, ‘Wise-heart.’

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@tolkienofcolourweek day one | ainur | the blue wizards

Their task was to circumvent Sauron: to bring help to the few tribes of Men that had rebelled from Melkor-worship, to stir up rebellion and after his first fall to search out his hiding (in which they failed) and to cause dissension and disarray among the dark East... They must have had very great influence on the history of the Second Age and Third Age in weakening and disarraying the forces of East who would both in the Second Age and Third Age otherwise have outnumbered the West.

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lord of the rings ladies week day two | women of the north | vidumavi galadwen | @lotrladiessource

Valacar gave to his son the name Eldacar, for public use in Gondor; and his wife bore herself wisely and endeared herself to all those who knew her. She learned well the speech and manners of Gondor, and was willing to be called by the name Galadwen, a rendering of her Northern name into the Sindarin tongue. She was a fair and noble lady of high courage, which she imparted to her children; but though she lived to a great age, as such was reckoned among her people, she died in 1344.

—The Histories of Middle-earth: Volume XII: The Peoples of Middle-earth, “The Making of Appendix A”

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@tolkienofcolourweek day two | elves | galadriel

A sister they had, Galadriel, most beautiful of all the house of Finwë; her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin.

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lord of the rings ladies week day five | elves | nimloth and mithrellas | @lotrladiessource

[Mithrellas] was one of the companions of Nimrodel, among many of the Elves that fled to the coast about the year 1980 of the Third Age, when evil arose in Moria; and Nimrodel and her maidens stayed in the wooded hills, and were lost.

—Unfinished Tales, “The History of Galadriel and Celeborn, and of Amroth King of Lórien”

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for a prompt if you like it: russingon + 29 “Cruel, isn’t it?” + spring?

“Cruel, isn’t it?”

Maedhros snorted. “I hardly think anything your sister could do to my brother is crueler than anything he has done to her.”

Fingon pouted. “I jest, Russo,” he sighed, rolling over to lie on top of him. “Dear Írissë is crueler than you could imagine. Why, when we were young, she ate every single one of the cream cakes Ammë made for my begetting day! My begetting day—and not one left for me!”

“I have suffered many such indignities myself,” Maedhros said.

“Then you know my pain!”

“And I know my brother will survive whatever further cruelties Írissë has in mind,” Maedhros drawled. “I dare say Tyelko will benefit from her teaching him a lesson in gambling away one’s clothes!”

Idly, he plucked a daisy from the sunlit field in which they lay and tucked it behind Fingon’s ear. Fingon smiled, pressing a barely-there kiss to his lips.

“Thank you, dearest,” he murmured, and Maedhros smiled back.

They lay there together, lazy and content, speaking only of siblings’ quarrels and other trivial matters. So long as the Sun still shone, the day was theirs. They did not remark upon the rarity of such a quiet day, how blessed they were for this temporary reprieve; to speak of it would be to ruin, and they were too happy to lose this moment so soon.

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@tolkienofcolourweek day seven | freeform | yavanna kemetári

She is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon stones or the small and secret things in the mould.

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@tolkienofcolourweek day six | mixed | lúthien tinúviel

Her robe was blue as summer skies, but grey as evening were her eyes; 'twas sewn with golden lilies fair, but dark as shadow was her hair.

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@tolkienofcolourweek day four | dwarves | balin

Instead there was a very old-looking dwarf on the step with a white beard and a scarlet hood; and he too hopped inside as soon as the door was open, just as if he had been invited. “I see they have begun to arrive already,” he said when he caught sight of Dwalin's green hood hanging up. He hung his red one next to it, and “Balin at your service!” he said with his hand on his breast.

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Hey! I hope i'll fill the request right (let me know if i did mistakes)

It would be for:

17. + russingon + summer (if possible Valinor times)

Thank you and have a good day!

As I was writing I was picturing this happening in Himring during the Long Peace, but the descriptions are vague enough that it could definitely be Valinor if you want it to be :) ft. trans Maedhros!!

under the cut for nsft!

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 “I can’t sleep,” Findekáno hissed. He punctuated the statement with a nip at Maitimo’s ear and a cool hand sneaking up his nightshirt, reaching to tweak a nipple.

Maitimo, who very much wished he could sleep, only groaned. “’M tired,” he grumbled, attempting (and failing) to push his lover away.

“I’m not,” Findekáno pointed out mischievously. His hands ran lightly down Maitimo’s chest, making him shiver despite the warmth of the night.

“Why don’t you get up and—and drink some milk?” Maitimo suggested. “Our goats are very productive this time of year—”

“I know something better to tire me out,” Findekáno purred, pointedly grinding against Maitimo’s rear.

“Finno,” Maitimo grumbled, but he could not deny his growing arousal as his lover’s talented hands roamed teasingly across his body.

“I’ll be quick,” Findekáno promised. “Unless you’d rather I be slow and tender...”

Maitimo sighed, relenting without much real reluctance, and spread his legs for Findekáno to better access his entrance. He was growing wet already, and felt his clit throb at the hitch in Findekáno’s breath.

“Ai, Russo, darling,” he crooned, eagerly reaching down to tease between Maitimo’s folds. “So good for me...”

“Be quick, then,” Maitimo said with put-upon disdain. “Use me, and then let me rest!”

Findekáno only chuckled, brushing fondly against his husband’s mind, fully aware that Maitimo had no true objections to this little game. Humming with delight, he nudged his lover’s thighs apart, his cock sliding between them, slicked by Maitimo’s own arousal.

“Nngh, so hot and firm for me,” Findekáno whispered, thrusting unhurriedly despite his promise to be quick. “Your legs alone undo me, beloved...”

Maitimo was already impatient, and this teasing, though it would be welcome at another time, was too much for him right now. Taking matters into his own hand, he shifted so Findekáno’s tip pushed slightly into his entrance, causing his lover to gasp.

“But your sweet, wet cunt—!” Findekáno bit Maitimo’s shoulder, readjusting to fully slide into him. Maitimo gave a full-body shudder as he was filled, clenching around his husband’s cock and rocking back to meet his thrusts.

“Ai, Russo, you are better every time,” Findekáno swore. “How is it, meldo, that you are so beautiful, so pleasing?”

“Faster,” was all Maitimo grunted in response. This time, Findekáno obliged.

He did not last long: soon Findekáno shuddered and spilled, wrapping his strong arms around Maitimo in a hot, heavy embrace. But as his breathing evened, he made no move to shift his position.

After a long moment, Maitimo hissed out, “Finno.”

“Mm?”

“Are you just—going to sleep like this?”

“’S what you wanted, isn’t it?” He snuggled even closer, his soft cock pressing a bit deeper into Maitimo, who still burned with need.

Maitimo whined. “Finno,” he whimpered. “You can’t—can’t leave me like this!”

“Or what? You won’t be able to sleep?” For one so close to slumber himself, Findekáno’s voice dripped with an amusement far too knowing.

“Yes!”

“Mmm...” Findekáno nipped the back of Maitimo’s neck teasingly. “Well, perhaps I’ll have mercy on you. You were so very accommodating, after all.”

Maitimo’s mouth fell open in a sigh of relief as his lover’s fingers finally made their way to his clit. The slight movement of his hips, the heat of his breath at Maitimo’s neck, the rich amusement and deep affection rippling across their bond—all of it combined, in only a minute or so, to push Maitimo over the edge into a rather subdued climax that was nonetheless a great relief, spreading satiation throughout his body until sleep almost overwhelmed him again.

Almost.

“Finno—”

“What now?” This time, it was Findekáno who was properly, sleepily grumpy.

“You’re still in me.”

A sigh. “Will you not embrace me this bitter night, even as I embrace you?”

“’S the middle of summer...”

“Russo...”

A huff. “If you insist.” But a hint of mirth crept its way into Maitimo’s voice as he added, “But tomorrow night, you’ll be the one sleeping with one of my cocks in you. And I am less...forgiving.”

Findekáno only laughed softly, relishing the challenge, and held his husband closer all night long.

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lord of the rings ladies week day six | original characters | rohiril, daughter of faramir and éowyn | @lotrladiessource

Rohiril was the second child and only daughter of Faramir, Lord of Emyn Arnen, and Éowyn Shieldmaiden. She took after her mother in her love of horses, and her father in her love of those who defended her home; she married one of Faramir’s knights, Silevegil, and bore them a son. This child, Barahir, would eventually inherit his uncle Elboron’s title and passion for lore, writing the Tale of Aragorn and Arwen which survived in an abridged form through the ages in the Thain’s Book.