#the silm au

[ofmiceandwomen]

I posted a poll on what I should draw next and based on the popular demand, happy Maedhros won (I see you, Silm discord folks!)

Have a relieved Mae!

I didn’t go for exactly cheerful moment, but I choose to pick a scene of our RP AU where the Fifth Battle never became the Nirnaeth Arnoediad (well unless you’re counting the Orc tears). The most powerful Noldorin singers have seemingly beaten the Dark Lord, unaware that it was the Dark Lord’s deception.

In order to secure the Union’s victory, Maedhros engaged Morgoth in another duel, finishing Fingolfin’s mission to cripple him, which almost costs his life. This is the moment he is finally awake, healers doing their job and he finally received the message that Fingon is alive and they won.

He is badly injured and in pain. Yet, he would call this day the best in his entire life.

[carmisse]

Of Mairon and Fëanáro.

Fëanáro : You did not hate me, I did not interest you at all; you believed that I was another of the beings who would be seduced by Morgoth.

Mairon : Someone seeks to make his punishment painful.

Fëanáro : In fact, maybe you didn't hate me even when he was fucking me while you were taking care of Andbang.

Fëanáro : I must admit that your devotion to your master is too much; you could forgive him whatever he did, take you to the darkness, leave you in that darkness, take away some of your agency, even his slips for other beings you forgave him, but there is one thing you will never let him forget, that which caused you so much pain that you had to inflict it on others to deal with it.

Mairon : Shut your mouth!

Fëanáro : How did you feel when he fathered me a son? Something you can never give him because your faith is too withered to make that possible, no matter how much of a shapeshifter you are.

Mairon : I'm going to hunt down every one of your spawn, every descendant of your bloodline!

Mairon : I'm going to force you to watch them fall by my hand!

Mairon : and when Curufinwë's turn comes; I swear in the name of Morgoth that I will put him through hell in life, I will put him through hell and heal him to do it again, you will live to see me undo your bastard, that mistake will be punishment.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

And here it is! The list of noble houses for my Medieval! Ainur fics! I had to put some of the valar into the same houses (ex. Vána and Yavanna with Varda), but I hope this will serve. The first medieval themed fic should be up by next week.

House Ilúvatar Coat of arms: A green and gold flame upon a black field Seat: Ilmarin Region: Taniquetil Head: King Eru Ilúvatar I Heirs: Prince  Melkor (Formerly) | Prince Manwë (current) Other members of the household:  Eönwë |Urwendi | Ilinsor | Nornorë  House Motto: To serve

House Starfield Coat of arms: A five petal silver rose within a circle of seven stars, upon a midnight blue field Seat: Starfall Region: Greengrove Members: Varda | Yavanna | Vána  Other household members of note:  Aiwendil | Arien | Ilmarë  House Motto: Light and life

House Archer Coat of arms: A  mounted archer on a dark green field Seat: High Tree Hall Region: Hunter’s Pass Members: Oromë | Nessa Other household members of note:  Tilion | Alatar | Palando House Motto: Our aim is true

House Shield Coat of arms: A rampant brown bear on checkered silver and gold Seat: Stonehearth Region: Bear Wood Members: Tulkas  Other household members of note:  Lúsion | Makar | Meássë    House Motto: Without fear       

House Silverwing Coat of arms: A silver nightingale upon a white field Seat: Cedar Hall Region: Cedar Lake Members: Vairë| Estë Other household members of note:  Melian | Lëa | Nielíqui  House Motto: Patience and comfort          

House Blackgrave Coat of arms: A set of silver scales with a raven perched on top of it against a white field.   Seat: Blackgrave Region: The Haunted Pass Members Nienna | Irmo | Námo  Other household members of note:  Olórin  | Silmo House Motto:  With fair judgement and mercy  

House Day Coat of arms: A black and silver hourglass on a pale blue field Seat: The Halls of Change Region: The island of Tol Eressëa   Members: Aluin Other household members of note:  Danuin | Ranuin | Fanuin House Motto: As ceaseless as time

House  Alqualondë Coat of arms: A white swan ship upon a blue-green field   Seat: Misty Harbor Region: Alqualondë Members Ulmo Other household members of note:  Ossë | Uinen | Salmar |  Ómar House Motto: By the strength of the sea    

House Mahal   Coat of arms: An anvil and hammer against a golden field   Seat: Golden Forge Region: Almaren Members: Aulë  Other household members of note:  Curumo | Velindo  House Motto: Ever industrious     

House Ironwrath Coat of arms: Two crossed black war hammers upon a crimson field Seat: Angband Region: The Iron Mountains Members: Melkor  Other household members of note:  Mairon | Gothmog | Tevildo | Thuringwethil House Motto: A servant to no one

tags: @cilil​ @edensrose​ @floraroselaughter​ @asianbutnotjapanese​ @fictionfordays​ 

[mrkida-art]

I am currently working on new iterations for my version of the elves. I had this idea that the elven lifespan could be shown by their clothes by having them wear materials that are noticeably aged. So this elf is wearing oxidized metals, aged and fraying fabrics etc. I also decided to add in visible veins as well as subtle skin patterns to emphasise their otherworldly nature.

[naarisz]

Beach episode

[thesummerestsolstice]

Silmarillion AU Where all the Elves are Hobbits and the Stakes are Significantly Lower:

Finwe is mayor of his part of the Shire, happily married to both Miriel and Indis because they all have two hands

Miriel doesn't die after childbirth she just goes off on a trip to find new artistic inspiration and doesn't come back

Don't worry she eventually shows back up again– turns out she got lost and a kind elvish warrior named Vaire helped her find her way back

Feanor has a good relationship with his siblings, although he and Nolofinwe have engaged in several bouts of passive-aggressive one-upsmanship

The most famous of these ended with Nolofinwe swimming several miles across a lake in winter to prove that he was the more dedicated brother. Feanor agreed after telling him off for being reckless.

The Silmarils aren't pseudo-holy gemstones here, they're a set of three really intricately carved pipe-weed pipes that the Finweans pull out on ceremonial occasions

Morgoth isn't a fallen god he's just an asshole elf who regularly breaks into the Shire to steal things

One day he steals the Silmarils; he doesn't kill Finwe though he just knocks him out

The rest of the First Age is mostly just increasingly convoluted plots by various Finweans to break into his fortress and steal back the pipes (and all the other stuff Morgoth has stolen)

The first of these attempts involves Feanor stealing one (1) boat from Mayor Olwe. No one dies though and he puts it back afterwards. It still results in a lot of petty gossip.

After one of the attempts Morgoth catches Maedhros and hangs him up in a really tall tree

He's stuck there for three weeks before Findekano finds him and gets him down with the help of a homemade hang-glider called "Thorondor"

One of the other hobbit mayors is Thingol, a dear friend (and possible ex boyfriend?) of Finwe

Most of the Ainur are elves here but the concept of hobbit Thingol marrying an eldritch goddess is too funny to pass up so Melian is still a Maia here

She and her descendants look pretty hobbit-ish but they have fairy wings and little antennae

It causes a huge scandal when their daughter, Luthien, runs off with a dwarf prince named Beren

Thingol even writes a very strongly worded letter telling her not to marry him, which is a very extreme measure by hobbit standards, but she doesn't listen

Eventually Beren decides to steal some hobbit stuff back from Morgoth to prove his worthiness

He ends up stealing back one of the pipes and giving it to Thingol

Thingol grudgingly accepts him and Bluthien settle into a nice, quiet life in the Shire

There's no Doriath kinslaying either there's just a long, very passive-aggressive series of letters between Thingol and Feanor until Finwe eventually steps in and Thingol returns the pipe

[nynevefromthelake]

Ok it’s mermay, so what about Finrod and Beor mermaid au? Finrod is a sea prince and very curious about people and Balan is widowed fisherman who lives near the shore with his sons

[sakasakiii]

not really a modern au but more like a weird future timeline thing where beach hermit maglor Hibernates™ all through the 2nd and 3rd ages & misses the last boats to Valinor.... thus resulting in him skulking about history until he ends up living among modern day humans haha?? the kicker is that he one day finds an abandoned baby thats all-too-suspiciously like a certain dead brother and becomes a single dad-younger brother-adopted guardian person...

i wrote a few pages of this back in 2022 but never really thought abt it further after i started posting less frequently hahaha.... heres just some feel good domestic sketches of this AU bc i miss drawing modern clothes 🤭 i have sooo many thoughts about it that i couldnt fit into these doodles !! its quite a lot of yapping so feel free to skip past the cut haha

assorted au thoughts:

i planned for maglor to eventually find all 6 of his brothers one by one through the power of Accidental Child Acquisition ✨ example: he'd spot a kid lurking around some woods near his home and eventually realise said wild child living amongst stray dogs is a bit too similar to celegorm

i just couldnt fit in the time to draw that this round... maybe next time!

though he's raising reincarnated-Maedhros, i think it makes more sense for him to give him a modern name and not explicitly call him Nelyo/Maitimo/Russandol just bc he'd not want to get his own hopes up or shove said identity onto the kid

(the occasional 'hey Nelyo' does slip out by accident from time to time however)

i think as Mae-the-kid grows up he will in time start to remember bits and pieces of his original identity? with the nicer familial things (like valinor, his brothers, feanor and nerdanel) first, and then the darker things (kinslayings, angband, war) once he's grown up that Maglor will struggle explaining or even helping him through

i promise this is a wholesome au 😭

side characters include a high-strung but good guy policeman named Officer Borden who's very suspicious of Maglor bc of all the random kids he keeps adopting.... and his younger brother Farren, who happens to be Maglor's scholarly coworker

as well as Maglor's next door neighbour Morgan, a witch-woman married to some guy named Hugh... she's got 3 kids who visit from time to time but from what Maglor's heard, the oldest son is followed by misfortune and has supposedly never met his youngest sister...?

credit to Ted Nasmith and Cartoon Network for some assets used in the doodles :D

[leucisticpuffin]

bedtime stories :)

[ylieke]

I am the only one in the world who ships these two. Right?

[edennill]

The house of Fëanor at the airport:

Fëanor:

still making hasty additions to his luggage ten minutes before leaving

incurably absentminded in the terminal because he just had a new idea for a project enter his mind and is upset he hasn't got time to take out his notebook

still tries to wrote something down every time there's a queue

lost the twins twice

Nerdanel:

annoyed

"some of us have also got stuff we'd rather be doing and can manage to put it aside for a moment, Fëanor"

frighteningly efficient

still stops every few minutes to remark that she would like to sculpt this or that random passerby

Maedhros:

assigned third parent™

will do everything he's tasked with without question

responsible for the well-being of at least two of the younger ones

inwardly exasperated and outwardly an example of patience

small, efficiently packed suitcase

Maglor:

has taken 3 different musical instruments with him

whines if you tell him to take care of his younger brothers

walks three yards before the rest of the family

has quarelled twice with Celegorm and once with Caranthir since they started check-in

wants to go into souvenir shops

Celegorm:

was planning to smuggle his pets into his luggage but was informed they might be confiscated at the airport

dressed way too cold for the weather

teases his brothers and gets yelled at by everyone

runs circles around the rest of the group

tries to get on the luggage conveyor belt

finds souvenir shops boring; crashes a vase in one

Caranthir:

tired and cranky

lags behind the rest

nose in a book

terrified he will forget something made of metal at security

packed way too much but later people will always ask to borrow stuff from him

Curufin:

model child

unless he's running after Celegorm

or teasing Caranthir

insists on pulling his own luggage but quickly gives up

thankfully can be trusted to keep next to his father at all times

pulls his father into souvenir shops

Amrod and Amras:

seem to be attempting to roleplay Home Alone in New York

categorically forbidden from entering souvenir shops

try to poke inside the security scanner

Bonus - Celebrimbor:

model child no.2

makes new friends who don't even speak the same language as him

bought reams of overpriced stuff in souvenir boutiques by the rest of the family

has no concept of stranger danger

[ofmiceandwomen]

The Silm Steampunk AU is my current hyperfixation.

And that’s why I supply you with Steampunk warrior Maedhros.

[carmisse]

Of Erestor.

"How dare you keep a secret like this?"

Whisper with restrained frustration to the other being in the room. He showed no guilt in his graceful features if not a disappointment of his own at being found out when he had apparently intended to keep his situation highly private.

"It was a single night we shared, a mistake too improper and one that should not have happened. We are both married after all."

Laughing to himself to keep from shouting, Carnistir looked at him as if they were having a dialogue about taxes or financial loans, besides clearly reducing their encounter to a blunder on both their parts, as if they had joined their Fëas once again as they had done a single night in their distant youths in Valinor; before arranged marriages and early surrenders.

"Let me correct you, we are widowed."

He commented with some venom in his tone, his words even hurt him since the memory of his dearly Elenwë still weighed heavy with the years, in the same way he knew that Carnistir's own wound by Angaráto did not fully heal; and yet, that did not stop them from going to bed on a new account, drinking as much as they could before their minds reacted to make them come to their senses in search of regaining their good sense.

Although the truth was that little heed was paid to his thoughts, Ósanwe had been the one to take sides during their meeting, he remembered Carnistir's insistence on being taken by the cousin who touched him only once before politics separated them, he himself expressed his longing to melt into the weaver as soon as he was ready to receive him without the experience being painful.

The memories accompanied by a sweet cherry wine blinded them enough to comfort each other so that he could say they longed to create something together, Carnistir's prominent belly subtly hidden by his robes was proof of it.

"Return to your hidden city and allow me to live oblivious to you, I didn't need you before and I don't need you now."

Morifinwë responded by cutting you off, placing a hand on his back probably to ease the weight he now carried.

The desire to place his hand on the curve in the other's body was quite present in his thoughts, however he was aware that Carnistir hated to be invaded in this way, something ironic if he thought about the fact of how they came to this situation.

"That elfing is mine and consequently half the responsibility is mine."

Apparently Carnistir started to get irritated as he advanced to him to place one of his fingers on his chest and observe him with exasperation at the same time that he placed his free hand on his belly.

"Why must you be so complicated, Turukáno!? I don't want you, we don't need you!"

Then the Fëanorian had his dark eyes full of anger and tears, for that very reason he refused to let him go, he surrounded Carnistir no matter how angry he himself was and comforted him, Morifinwë struggled a couple of minutes, beat his chest, and even cursed in his native quenya, and yet long minutes later he plunged his face into his neck, and allowed him to do so without hesitation at any time.

"I am here now Moryo."

He waited for a retort, of course, but it never came, and only a whisper escaped the lips of his opponent.

"Erestor."

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

And the list of noble houses for my Medieval! Ainur AU is done. Look out for it next week!

[mrkida-art]

(AU) The Witch-King Tar-Míriel 

"No man can kill me." _________________________________________________________

@merilles made me feral about the idea of Tar-Míriel being the Witch-King of Angmar so I had to draw it

[drawulan]

Husbands