#turin x beleg

[velvet4510]

I ship every canonical Tolkien couple - except Aerin & Brodda, Aredhel & Eöl, and Tar-Míriel & Ar-Pharazôn. Those poor ladies deserved so much better than those pathetic a-holes.

(I also kinda think Melian could’ve done better than Thingol.)

These are the “non-canonical” Tolkien pairings that I ship, since nobody asked.

Frodo x Sam (it’s literally canon, period, forget the “non-canonical” category, it’s right there, it’s real)

Frodo x Sam x Rosie (Sam being shared during that year in Bag End; also all but spelled out)

Bilbo x Thorin (obviously; even in the book, it’s subtextual, but it’s THERE)

Fingon x Maedhros (Beren/Lúthien + Frodo/Sam parallels are no joke; yes yes i know i know they’re first cousins and that should be a dealbreaker, and for a while it was for me, but technically they’re HALF-cousins, they only share one grandparent, and it’s not like they can procreate together, so it’s very different from what it would be if one of them was female, also their story is inherently tragic and I think their being related adds to that)

Túrin x Beleg (also, obviously; i mean Túrin only thought he loved Níniel because he felt some kind of connection with her but misinterpreted it in his desperation to get over Beleg)

Finrod x Bëor (yes, Finrod loved Amarië too, and they definitely got their well-deserved happily ever after when Finrod was re-embodied…BUT look at what Bëor did for Finrod and how Finrod lost Bëor to mortality but then laid down his life for Bëor’s descendant; the angst is just too juicy to ignore)

I do not ship Merry and Pippin at all; not only are they full blooded first cousins, but since Merry is an only child and Pippin only has sisters, they very clearly fill that “brother” role in each other’s lives.

After a lot of thought, I’ve decided that queerplatonic Legolas/Gimli makes the most sense to me. They also fill the “brother” role in each other’s lives since they both have no blood siblings. I understand why many people do ship them romantically/sexually, but the thought of anything sexual between them just doesn’t feel right to me, personally. Even the thought of kisses just doesn’t seem to fit them, IMO; they’re about mutual respect and sharing quality time, rather than anything physical. To me they exemplify “heterosexual life partners” perfectly.

[aredhels]

‘I would lead my own men, and make war in my own way,’ Túrin answered. ‘But in this at least my heart is changed: I repent every stroke save those dealt against the Enemy of Men and Elves. And above all else I would have you beside me. Stay with me!’

‘If I stayed beside you, love would lead me, not wisdom,’ said Beleg. ‘My heart warns me that we should return to Doriath. Elsewhere a shadow lies before us.’

[pukiirice]

Still are Commissions ordered by me, the artist is @木匸耶 (weibo).

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[thethermocline]

TRSB 2022 ARTWORK!

"Turin sues for pardon"

Fresh out of Mandos, Turin looks for Beleg to make his apologies. I'm so excited for the story to go live!! Look for it and all the other amazing fic here, to be revealed soon.

[lamemaster]

Beginning of the End

Chapter 2: Unchanged

Chapter 1

Pairing: Beleg x Turin

Trees have always comforted the hearts of the Sindar. After all, those years in Middle Earth it was the love of such woods that kept them away from the blessed lands.

It was under the lush shade of such a tree in Valinor that Beleg Cúthalion found himself slipping away from conscience. A deep sleep likes of which happen rarely for the Eldar. However, it was not the familiar darkness of dreamless sleep that greeted him.

What greeted him was nothing like anything he’d ever seen (and being an immortal, he has seen plenty). It was different from all the glamour and prestige of Noldorian craft that shaped rocks and gems, the place in his dream was built with the most delicate-looking glass.

A room surrounded by see-through glass, that looked out into a completely alien scene. He could spy small anti-like men walking on paths likes of those he had never seen. On second thought the men must be their usual size, Beleg became aware of the height of the room he stood in. It must be a part of some looming tower.

The room he stood in contained nothing leave for a single desk. On the desk, there were some papers written in a tongue unknown to him. In fact, nothing in the room belonged to his world. Beleg knew that much. This…world of his dreams whatever this was, it was not for the Eldar.

Just when Beleg was too engrossed trying to read the text laying on the desk he heard footsteps. A couple of them and it had to be men, none of his kind walk with such a firm presence. It had to be the Men, the second children of Eru, who walked on Arda with their fate set in stone. Fate…a silly word that destroyed lives.

Beleg promptly let go of the paper in his hand as the doors, he had previously failed to notice, were pushed open. He seriously was too reckless in his dreams…but then again it was not too different from reality.

Uncaring of his dream self Beleg trained his eyes towards the door. He could discern voices he heard accompanying the footsteps.

“Yes, Mr. Yates. I will get the case to you by the day end today.” A man, with quite a slight build, walked in. He wore a pair of weird-looking glasses that rested on his nose, and on his face. Beleg could observe anxiety rippling off the man as he held the door open for someone else to walk in.

Perhaps, Beleg had been too preoccupied watching the guy, not Mr. Yates, juggle too many things in his hands while holding a door open. The elf felt sympathy for the dream human.

That had to be it. Because the next second Beleg lost his breath as he saw his friend, his partner, his killer walk in. Turin Turambar walked in through the doors.

Turin, who held grace rivaling of famed Eldar lords, Turin who slayed a dragon, and Turin who carried the curse of Morgoth. His beauty unchanged even in the unfamiliar world. Raven-haired, stormy-eyed, valiant of heart. One could mistake him for a Noldo on any given day.

It was the same face Beleg remembered seeing with his last breath on Middle Earth. He cannot, even after ages pass, let go of that face. That expression, he never wanted that. Passing remnants of his fea were tortured by his friend’s grief. He had stayed next to a sobbing Turin. Inconsolable and scorned by the rest of the world for a fate he did not wish for.

Beleg had stayed to witness his friend’s fall. A friend he loved so dearly. All the pain, suffering, and agony had left him weary. It had left his fea feeling wronged for centuries. What fault did his friend have? What did Turin do to deserve such a curse?

And so, when healing came to Beleg, he finally let go of his bitterness. Instead, he had found himself reminiscing about older days. Days where he wandered woods with his friend, days when nights were spent explaining each star to his human. He etched those memories in the air of the blessed realm.

Now as Beleg observed his friend with a similar serious expression and focused gaze, he could not help but remember the young adult Turin who loved to hunt with him. Albeit, short-haired and differently dressed, it was him.

“Hmm,” with a curt motion of his fingers, the Turin in Beleg’s dream dismissed the scrambling man who shut the doors without a noise. Left alone in the glass room, Beleg could see how perfectly it fit Turin.

With the newfound silence, Beleg found himself lost in his friend’s motions as he worked. A subtle scratch of a quill-like object on paper, boxes with numbers and musical tones that were followed by people talking. The world felt less foreign as he observed Turin, now Mr. Yates.

Turin barely talked. Beleg noticed it as he drifted along with Turin throughout the day. It was as if words came rare to him. Beleg wanted to hear him speak but Mr. Yates simply remained too enthralled by the papers in front of him. Even the diminishing light of the Sun did little to stop him.

Beleg did try to shake Turin into leaving his work for the time being but unfortunately, Irmo did not grant him physical power in the dream. So, it comes as a surprise when Beleg observes his friend finally heading back to his home. It settles his heart to know that Turin would not be spending the entire night working.

Following Turin through doors that lead to his home Beleg finds it to be equally bare as his workspace. Nothing of it speaks of home. Even the caves of Mîm were better furnished than this.

“You truly need to take care of yourself, Turin,” too aggravated, Beleg’s dream self retorted to one-sidedly arguing with a man who could not hear him. “Did you eat something?” He questioned the man as he followed him through another array of doors.

“What do you have so many doors for whe-“ Beleg had been engrossed in his ‘conversation’ when he entered another room. With his guard low he had failed to assess his surroundings. Too uncaring, too lost walking next to Turin.

If he had been aware he would have noticed the slight tremble in Turin’s steps. He would have heard the shuddering breath of his friend. But he did not. Not until he did.

A sob similar to the one he heard with his fading breath stopped him.

In the unfurnished, unlit room huddled in a corner was Turin Turambar. Gone was the untouchable man revered by all. No, this was the man, he remembers from his world. Riddled with the same wounds as his past self.

Beleg can smell the tears that flow from his friend’s face. He can taste them as if they were his own.

“Turin,” with a whisper Beleg inches towards Turin. As he gets closer, he notices something clutched in his friends’ hands. A piece of paper that Turin held so carefully that even trembling hands or wetness of tears could not damage it.

The piece of paper cradled in Turin’s hands shifted Beleg’s world. “I’m sorry…I’m…so sorry,” Turin whispers to the piece of paper that held a hand-drawn sketch of Beleg Cúthalion. A drawing that the creator seems to have spent hours making. Rushed apologies and panicked whispers leave Turin Turambar’s mouth.

Beleg collapses to his whimpering friend’s level. His legs fail to keep him standing. Turin Turambar even after eons of repenting, ages of rebirth refuses to let go of his pain.

The world had changed, his hair, his clothes, even his name changed. Everything changed yet, it failed to change his heart.

And so, the dream fades into nothingness as Beleg struggles to hold on to Turin’s fading image

[lace-noncompliance]

Beleg’s enjoying his Yuletide gift ✨💞

[gaymythologicalgeek]

[maedhrosdefender]

i love the silm fandom and idc that i’m getting sappy on main. i love that we call maedhros nelyo and maitimo and russandol. i love that we call maglor kano and celegorm tyelko. i love that we affectionately call it silm and not the silmarillion. i love that we write heartwrenching fics and then the cutest, fluffiest oneshots right after. i love scrolling through my dash and seeing the most beautiful fanart known to man because if we don’t have a screen adaptation you better know the artists are gonna make one themselves. i love seeing edits that are literally just animated fanart and phonk music but that are on another plane of reality. i love headcanons. i love fanon. i love the canon. i love that we can all read silm and though we might have different opinions on characters and themes and blorbos we all are united in our overwhelming, indescribable love for it. i love how we all collectively defend maedhros. i love seeing the most unhinged ship tags ever on fics and them being actually really well written. i love that i’ve never read a single badly written silm fic in my life. i love that we can make shitposts about our fav kinslayers and then 2k word essays on the length of turgon’s sword right after. i love russingon. i love beleg and turin. i love how we took material that has such rigid, archaic language and made it our own, brought it to life. idc i love this fandom so much y’all are everything.

[carmisse]

Random moments from the Silmarillion PT 3

[thelien-art]

🏳️‍🌈 Turin/Beleg please! 🙏💚

My disaster boy and my way more other disaster boy♡♡♡ (bi flag under)

🏳️‍🌈CELEBRATE PRIDE WITH ME🏳️‍🌈 - send in a character or a ship with a pride flag and I´ll draw it

[fonmuller]

"In this way Beleg came back to Túrin, yielding to his love against his wisdom".

[anattmar]

Wonderful commission I did for @daegred-winsterhand ❤

[pukiirice]

Sweet nights in woods

commission ordered by me, artist 木匸耶

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[thethermocline]

Don't know about controversy, but I'd like to hear more of your thoughts about Túrin/Beleg. :)

I HATE them and think they SUCK. >:(

Nah, lol. They're my neat lil guys. Another pairing my girlfriend convinced me of! Poor tragic Turin. They're like Andreth and Aegnor in that they give me that Greek tragedy feeling. Doomed from the absolute start. 😪

Also, like. Tolkien called it a tryst?? I'm - I'm not over that. My working theory is that it's part of the doom of the romance - a true old school bury-your-gays situation - but I feel like I'm wrong, I feel like tryst is being used a different way. But I'm only aware of one meaning for it, soooo.....

Tldr, JRRT can give them all the tragedy he likes, but it's the fandom's turn now, and for my part I intend to bring them peace and happiness. >:)

Shipping them is very satisfying to me because not only do I like them but I know my gf does too - so anything with them in it makes me think of her. :) Call it lesbian gay solidarity baybee 🥳🥳

[chuck-the-goon]

Turin and Beleg from Tolkien’s Silmarillion (please forgive me)