#tyelpë

[ylieke]

Celebrimbor was tortured and killed by Sauron for not telling where the Elven Rings were hidden. That stopped Sauron from binding all of them and ultimately led to his defeat.

[ayaosguqin]

“Who is He?”

First meeting of the members of Ost In Edhil and their leader Celebrimbor with a mysterious figure called Annatar

[ilaneya]

tyelpë is really nice and kind person but he’s still one and only grandson of fëanor and it shows

[ugost]

au of celebrimbor actually joining annatar

tyelpe: my grandpa and father are idiots

tyelpe: i will help perfect the world under the command of my glowing lover. i will become his hammer. the ends will justify our means

[noya000]

Tyelpë‘s final moments^^

(this is from a movie but idk which one just saw it on pinterest)

[sillysistersusi]

Because they loved us so

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Celebrimbor & Elrond

Summary: Elrond and Celebrimbor braid each others hair and talk about the family they have lost.

Celebrimbor laughed as he continued to braid Elrond's hair. "Uncle Maglor did what?"

Elrond wiped a tear away from under his eye, for he had laughed so hard that his eyes had begun to water. "Yes, Maedhros was anything but enthusiastic about it, but in the end even he could not help but grin."

"I really did not think Maglor would be so bad at baking, because he is not bad at cooking at all," Celebrimbor said gently. "Atya was actually marvellous at baking, even if he did not do it often." He fell silent.

Celebrimbor hadn't wanted to talk about Curufin at all. It was the one subject that was taboo in his mind. He almost never spoke of his father anymore, as much as he felt the need to. Not after everything that had happened.

His hands became still in Elrond's hair.

Like every time he thought of his father, Celebrimbor was overcome by this incredible surge of emotion.

His mind always thought briefly of the beautiful moments. How Curufin had taught him how to forge, how he had cuddled him in the evening until he fell asleep or how he had put a protective arm around his shoulders.

But then his thoughts always drifted to another time. A time when his father was under so much pressure to please Fëanor that he only worked and hardly had any time left for his family. Then came the memories of the battles and how his father had sometimes returned covered in blood and just sat there staring at the ground for a while. Once Celebrimbor had gone to Curufin at such a moment, hoping to help him, and Curufin had pressed his face into the side of Celebrimbor's hair and cried. Celebrimbor had never seen his father cry before.

After that came the memories where Curufin was... was different. Meaner. Celebrimbor had decided then to stop blindly trusting and following him.

But to this day, he wondered if that had been the right decision.

"It is all right." said Elrond, who was still sitting with his back to him, obviously to give him some privacy, something Celebrimbor was very grateful for, because as always when he only thought about Curufin, he had started to cry.

Carefully, he leaned against Elrond's shoulder from behind and buried his face in his neck. "Sorry. I- I should have known not to mention him, and now I have ruined everything."

"No, my friend. It is all good. "Elrond gently placed a hand on Celebrimbor's knee. "If you want to talk about it, that is fine. He was your father and you loved him incredibly. And I am sure he loved you too, always."

"I just miss him so much, you know?" Celebrimbor stammered softly and Elrond nodded. He understood all too well. He also missed Maglor and Maedhros. Sometimes, when he lay in bed at night and couldn't sleep, he thought he could hear Maedhros' rough voice saying goodnight and Maglor singing a lullaby. He always fell asleep immediately afterwards, with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.

But he also missed Elwing and Eärendil, even if his memories of them were few and hazy, he felt a longing in his chest for them.

"Sometimes I think about whether I could have saved him if I had gone with him," Celebrimbor whispered softly and sniffled. "Maybe it would have been all right then."

But Elrond knew that probably wouldn't have happened. "I have seen the effects of the oath on Maedhros and Maglor. No matter how much Curufin loved you, the pressure of the oath would have destroyed him sooner or later. And I am sure he would have pushed you away before that happened, precisely because he loved you so much."

"But if it is so clearly the truth, why does it hurt so much?" Celebrimbor pressed himself tighter against Elrond, because whenever he felt so helpless, all he wanted was to be surrounded by the warmth of someone he cared about.

"I guess it hurts because you loved him as much as he loved you," Elrond replied softly. He wished he could do more to help his friend.

"I am really sorry for crying all over you." Celebrimbor said quietly and full of shame. He lifted his head slightly.

"As long as you need me, I will be here to catch you, just like you do for me and all our other friends. You cannot always be strong, Tyelpë," Elrond whispered. "I am the last person who would tell you not to cry."

So Celebrimbor pressed his face back into Elrond's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist to press himself even closer to him.

[ismeneee]

"Can you feel it, Tyelpë? Our power. Together, we will make the greatest tools Arda has ever seen."

[junk-whunk-punk]

Got out of it with damn pride))

Keeping my way to the role of silvergifting×angbang ambassador cuz I wish so cuz I love their vibes. Keep in mind, the next pic (whenever it will be born) will be about Melkor and Tyelpe savoring each other in the way we all are used to. It will. I hope so😳

Starring: Melkor being big jealous babe; Tyelpe being cheeky-cocky-whatever (that means being a son of Feanorian); Mairon being Mairon as always. Have a nice watch💋

[queensabriel]

I did an art~~

Annatar and his precious Tyelpë ✨

[anattmar]

Celebrimbor sketch🤲

[threemushroom]

Just Celebrimbor working on the ring

[kitcat22]

Celegorm is absolutely the type of uncle to nickname Tyelpe Beastie like Malificent does to aroura

[elficially-done-with-life]

Helping Celebrimbor heal in Valinor hc

Pairing: Celebrimbor x reader

Warnings: slight mentions of torture

Takes place after he is reembodied and falls in love with you

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♡ You go for long walks after Celebrimbor has nightmares, sometimes until the sun comes up, while you talk about all sorts of things

♡ he feels uncomfortable and cramped in narrow spaces and streets, so you've agreed that he'll always tug on your sleeve twice when everything gets too much for him

♡ You then carefully lead him out of the crowd and help him to calm down

♡ When he wants to start working in the forge again, he asks you to stay with him

♡ He is too afraid of being reminded of the forging of the rings and the pain of what followed while forging

♡ Feels safe if you are there when he makes something again, at least at first

♡ Celebrimbor gets a few panic attacks, but you help him and soon he manages to work alone in the forge (but doesn't mind if you come along or drop by sometimes anyway)

♡ Would like to get in touch with Curufin again, but isn't sure if his father has really changed and realised his mistakes

♡ Since Curufin doesn't know you, you offer to find out if he is still the same

♡ In the end, it leads to a heart-wrenching reunion between father and son, which is also the reason why Curufin welcomes you all too happily as part of the family

♡ As it had been dark in Sauron's dungeon, Celebrimbor can only sleep when the whole room is brightly lit

♡ Feels guilty if you can't sleep well in the light, but you assure him that you're happy to get used to a new sleeping situation as long as it means he can find his way back to the present more quickly after nightmares or fall asleep at all

♡ sometimes wakes you up after really bad nightmares

♡ you always wake up from the 'normal' nightmares, but with the really bad ones he doesn't scream and just lies there frozen with fear

♡ He wakes you up quietly and ashamed and asks if you can cuddle, of course you say yes every time and then whisper to him that you are glad he woke you up because you love him and want to help him, Celebrimbor always feels a little better as a result

♡ All in all, it will take time for him to really start getting better, but it would be worth all the time in the world to you, and you know you can do it as long as you're together

[doodle-pops]

Midnight Mischief

Celebrimbor x reader

Kinktober 2023: Size Kink/Stomach Bulging

Warnings: fem!reader, stomach bulging, size difference, dirty talking, rough sex, who knew Tyelpë had such a dom side to him

Words: 2.8k

Synopsis: Frustrated and unable to complete his latest craftsmanship, Tyelpë takes it upon himself to become enticed by your offering to relieve his stress.

List of Requests

“S–Slow down Tyelpë…too much!” you managed, voice sucked in and raspy as he ploughed into you. Your warm walls happened to feel the enormous stretch of his cock sliding through your passageway to nestle where it belonged from the very start.

The very notion and visual of his massive body towering over your tiny one—his hands on your thighs, gripping and kneading your flesh, marvelling at its softness—spiralled you into ecstasy. How easily he consumed the very existence of your being with his massive structure.

“I doubt that mírë—look at how well you take me…” his raspy voice trailed off to stare at where his cock constantly sliding in and out your entrance, loving the motion of his hips slapping against the back of your thighs and sound that followed. Its sight was even better when his eyes fell on your cunt—your lips were stretched around his shaft and gripping him like death. He laughed; your lips said one thing while your body betrayed you. “My cock is never too much for your pretty little cunt.”

Nails scraping against the wooden table, you sucked in a deep breath and remained silent at the unspeakable pleasure being churned inside the pit of your core. The mixture of the constant sliding in and out of his robust and heavy cock, the brushing of his tip against your sweet spot and the imprint of everything being visible in your lower abdomen made rivers of arousal gushed and soaked his cock. A heavy groan was ripped from his throat causing you to dart your hooded eyes upwards to catch the look of frustration rippling throughout his body. His arms were tense and veins prominent, even in his neck as he seductively tossed his head backwards, allowing his hair to cascade over his shoulder; you saw his disturbance.

Your whines and pants were all stuck at the back of your throat from the force he was thrusting away. All you could do was gasp as his cock touched your cervix and curved to meet your sweet spot. You felt like you were going insane from the pleasure he gave your tiny body. It was amazing that you could handle all of him and be wholly enamoured at the same time. All the struggling to breathe as his cock felt like it was tearing you in half and punching you in your gut was deliciously painful; you were his little jewel, you were made for him, therefore you could take all that he gave.

Feeling your legs pushed apart wider as your body was dragged to the edge of the table, ass hanging off, his calloused hands moved them upwards to give him more access. It was a rare moment when you saw him this loose, visceral and untamed. Without an absolute care as he relieved himself deep in your heat. All the sounds of your pleasure, the toes curling, eyes shut, lips parted, and head lulled, told him he was doing a good job—an ounce of control in his life he fought to grasp. What more did he need when he could obtain it from you?

You who delivered yourself so sweetly with your charming honey–like voice, dressed in a flimsy nightgown and made your way to the forge to inspect your husband’s performance. You who were currently being ploughed into and hanging on for dear life as he made himself feel at home within your heat. His place of solace.

Finding the strength to lean on your forearms which allowed your breasts to spill from the shards of your nightgown, you sucked in another sharp breath when he slowed and splayed his entire hand over your abdomen. The heat radiating from his palms provided extra heat to the fire already building, but you were marvelled. Not once did you realise how consumed you were by him. His scent, his smile, his charm, his abilities, the contrast of size, everything that was off him.

“You’re so perfect,” he praised. “Made for me.”

In return, you looked up at him, unable to respond like you wanted and nodded with whimpers. Your head moved up and down as your body jerked back and forth on the table, taking the substantial force of his thrusts. From where his hands were resting, his fingers slid lower until they met your bundle of nerves and rubbed it. It was as if a switch went off; your body was electrocuted the minute he touched your most sensitive nub, sending you into a frenzy.

Arching off the table and whining about how good it felt, you were chanting his name like a prayer. “Sogoodsogoodsogood, Tyelpë! Fuck, ohmygod!” you cried out, twitching on his work table while he remodelled and redesigned you to take his cock as you were always made for.

There was a moment when your head began spinning, the air getting lighter and lighter as your pleasure grew simultaneously. Hands were no lower scraping away at the table, but lunging at his arms for support as he took you to town. It was a beautiful sight to witness though; he gazing at you through hooded eyes, strands of hair clinging to his sweaty skin and falling in his face—most of them were results from his accidents—the sheen of sweat on his robust body and the look of satisfaction on his face. His frustration was diminishing and turning into elation the longer he watched as you cried for him; your bliss on display and letting him know his prowess.

He didn’t hiss or wince when your nails curled into his arms, he only cast a swift look at where you clung to him before removing your right arm and placing it over your abdomen. To feel what he saw and felt as he satisfied his Lady; how easily consumed you were by him, how your body was made for him. Once your hand rested against your skin, he pressed down and earned a series of gasps, never slowing his thrusts or his ministrations on your bundle of nerves as you felt him. 

“Feel me—feel how deep I am in you? How much you drive me crazy? How much you let me consume you?” he groaned.

The motion of his cock, the ridges and bumps, could be felt as he rolled his hips into your spongy walls. Just feeling him under your fingertips as he pushed into you prompted for an avalanche of arousal to flow out, gushing without an ounce of decorum. Your eyes darted upwards to meet his look of satisfaction, the ‘I did that to you’ look.

Eyes flickering back and forth between your hands intertwined with his and feeling his cock, and his facial expressions, you bit your lips to prevent a whine from escaping, failing unfortunately. “Tyelpë, oh fuck! Ah—” You were cut off by an unexpected pinch of your clit and a deep rumble reverberating in the pit of his chest.

“You like that don’t you mírë?” he teased, leaning his body lower to rest his sweaty chest against yours. He licked his lips at the contact of your soft breast being squeezed against his chest and the stifled panting in his ears now that his head was beside yours. “You like how I fit so perfectly in you? How tight you feel around me? How much smaller you are?”

Turning his head to the right, his lips came in contact with your neck and created an artwork that combined a series of bites and rough kisses. The weight of his larger body pressing against yours, pushing your back flat against the uncomfortable table while he used you to relieve his stress, was heavenly. You enjoyed this; being crushed under his massive, muscular form, feeling all the ripples of his iron muscles under his thrusts. The contraction of his abdomen against yours, the erratic heartbeat, his sweaty skin slipping and sliding deliciously over yours, all these gestures left you feeling blessed.

“I’m amazed that you could take me…all of me,” he uttered softly in the crook of your neck before landing a kiss on your pulse, feeling you shiver. “So easily I could break you, and yet, you take me so well…”

The hand that held yours against your abdomen, rubbed the area eliciting a soft groan from you.

“So deep, Tyelpë! So deep—” Your whines were cut off at the breaking of your arousal and high coming onto you like a tidal wave. This made him chuckle, relieved to know that you were loving yourself on his cock, slowly losing yourself—it always started like this before he pushed you past no return. He always thanked you, of course, you were his darling, and for managing his sheer prowess, rewards were necessary.

Switching your hand from his arm, it swung around his back to curl into his muscles, unable to dig deeply but leave little moon crescents; a little something he would take notice of whenever he was taking a bath. Crying into his shoulder, your mouth clamped down and bit against him as your toes curled from the intensity of everything, nonetheless, he was far from finished with you. There was much to be relieved, and he was only a third of the way, the night was still young for your mischievous lovemaking—rather you would say, vigour fucking while he described it as heavenly artwork.

“I find that hard to believe, mírë. I’m sure you can take more of me—give me another,” he goads, licking a stripe from the base of your neck to your chin before settling against your lips. Eyes locked with your closed ones, he grinned and donned a few pecks to your lips humorously. At this point, your muscles were crying for a moment of relief from the endless pressure they were experiencing. Being folded and pressed into the table like a piece of paper was still something you hadn’t adapted to after years of marriage. It wasn’t every day he was stressed.

Animalistic, you could have sworn the very power he gained his stamina from stemmed from his brooding family and their passionate tendency to be rough and wild. He was no different as much as he attempted to separate the sheep from the goat. Some things ran deeper than blood and towards natural instincts. Having you in his arms, trembling and crying out from your previous orgasm and listening to the music produced by his heavy balls slapping against your ass and his hips against your thighs, he beamed on the inside. This was genuinely the way to relieve one’s frustration, especially when you were smaller than him.

The rapid clamping of your walls around his length as it continued to drive into you increased once more as another round of orgasm was appearing. His cock was bathed in your arousal, some dripping down his balls creating a slick sound with every ‘pat–pat’.

“I could just devour you right now…ah! Hmm, You squeeze me so well,” he hissed and pushed himself against you with more weight, immobilising you against the table for good. There was nowhere else to escape besides taking the vicious pounding he was giving to your heat. All the cries of his name were tumbling past your lips like an avalanche, nothing was being hidden from him in this moment.

“T–Tyelpë! Too…close, so big!” A desperate pathetic cry and attempt for him to have mercy on you, he laughed in your face. It was rare for him to act so carefree and menacing. Opening your eyes, the tears that were built on your lashes gave a glittery effect as you looked up at him and pouted. You could barely breathe right from how suffocating his cock had you feeling at that moment. Sick to your stomach was the last feeling from how much he was splitting you open. You were enduring the burn as he pushed deeper, brushing against your cervix and sweet spot.

In response, he smirked down at you. Eyes darkened, hair falling over his shoulder to create a curtain for your private interaction and lips parts as he panted; far from his orgasm and on a mission to rip as many from you. “I’m never too big, mírë. You’re taking all of me to the hilt, but I need you to cum again for me. You can cum all over my cock for me pretty girl, hmm?”

Feeling high and confused in that moment, you were supposed to be rejecting his offer and yet your head was nodding along to his wishes.  “Hmm, yes.”

Perfect, that was all he needed to hear before rising off the table and taking you with him. Arms curled under your thighs and hands gripping your ass, you were scrambling in his hold as he bounced you up and down his cock. Your arousal dripped down his length to ease himself as he slid all the way in from tip to base; he sat you on his cock. It was impossible to escape his embrace as he moved you like a doll up and down, taking all of him and feeling the stretch greater.

The heat pooling in your stomach as the butterflies swarmed and grew was insurmountable and intense. Your toes curled and your calves burned from the cramps from the attempts at breaking the sinful stretching of his thick cock deeper in your cunt. You should be passed out; it was impossible for anyone to take such an impressive size and be conscious. It was some type of unknown torture—but a good one you would admit, being fucked by his cock was a blessing—you had to endure it as his little stress reliever.

“I can feel you’re close,” he hummed as he appeared leisured. The calm expression as he made you ride him, comforted by the trust you held to allow him this daring position, left him woozy. Eyes hazy and slithered and biting his lips as your walls fluttered endlessly around him, he smiled. You were the prettiest sight he had ever seen in such a climatic mess, hair frizzled, eyes starry, lips parted with some signs of drool and head tossed backwards. The nightgown you had worn for your visit was halfway torn on your body to leave your chest on open for him and access to your heat. The rest dangled obstructively on your tiny body, such a doll. He should start calling you ‘doll’ given your size.

Just then, your body ceases and seizes up entirely in his arms. A loud cry went off and your nails dug into his nape, emitting loud hisses. Your thighs tense and your toes curl as they hang in the air; the sensation too much for your body to contain. No matter how much you attempted to escape, you were stuck in his arms and left to endure the toe–curling orgasm washing over you while you remained seated balls–deep on his cock. Your breathing was ragged, and your body limped as your abdomen clenched and squeezed your walls to push out your arousal to give his cock another coating of white.

And so, he looked on in amusement at the artwork—he didn’t know you were an artistic painter.

Your cunt was puffy and swollen from the intense workout and yet Tyelpë refused to remove you off him. The sight was too cherishing to end when he still had the energy for more memorable moments like this. Craning his neck lower to nuzzle his face against yours, he peppered your face with light kisses before he came to your lips for a fat kiss. His lashes fluttered against your cheeks, tickling you and creating a series of restrained chuckles.

“Tyelpë!” you whined, opening your teary eyes to gaze at him. “Too sensitive…” At the cry, he felt your walls clamp down specifically harder around him to emphasise your sensitivity.

“Hmm, I may have gone overboard,” he murmured against your cheek. “I lose myself when I see how small you are compared to me, how easy you take me. Thank you.”

Tsking, you shook your head at his praises. “Is your stress relieved at least?” you asked, pensively gazing at him.

It was, however he didn’t want the session to end so soon. Not when you were still warm around him and he had yet to find his release. Meditatively devising a simple lie, his face frowned and became sullen. A melancholy expression lingered in his eyes as he roamed your face. “No,” he sighed, “I believe the worst has not been solved. Another session should satisfy me perhaps.”

Squinting at his thorough lie, you mused, “Well, you are right. You did not find relief yet.” Looking down to where you were still seated on his cock, you stared at the mess that was made and how your lips were still hugging him like a blanket. “You think another round would sedate you?”

“With the way you are looking right now, mírë, it definitely will.”

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[lemoneyshipz]

i headcannon mairon strictly takes his coffee black if not straight up expresso filled to the brim in a mug, and he likes foods mildly sweet or extra spicy

tyelpe is the sweettooth, and he prefers herbal tea over coffee

melkor mixes vodka and vinegar and chugs it

[lovefairymina]

Child reader - a girl, who loves to play hide and seek with other palace children and being way too good at that, stumbles one day upon Celebrimbor, dealing with particularly annoing and arrogant prick of an elf, who has troubles to suffer dwarves in the same city they live in. Reader frowns, and look at little carved fox, a gift from Celebrimbor. In the next moment, said annoying prick howled as your little sturdy boot struck their shin, nearly making him fall. "You are ugly!" you point at the prick. "He is nice!" you point at Celebrimbor. "Far nicer than you'll ever be! He has a heart of gold! I'll marry him when I grow up!" you are fuming.

“Now, now, calm down. That's no way to speak to an adult, even if you're being my little saviour,” he chuckled and led you away from the scene. Once the coast was clear, he squatted to your level and whispered, “It seems like I owe you a little treat back there for defending me. Thank you!”