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All good things must pass...
This is a treat fic for @samayla for the 2023 @whiteoliphaunt.
Pairing: Thorin x Bilbo
Words: 1 335
Warnings: None
Prompts: Snowed in, gift giving, sharing traditions
“Maybe, we could…” Thorin II, generally called “Oakenshield”, scratched his beard pensively as he looked out on the endless blanket of snow that made it patently impossible to discern the single path leading down from the hidden cave.
“Dear,” Bilbo sighed, his nose twitching in dismay. He opened his mouth to remind his friend and lover of the fact that, despite being an esteemed king and a fierce warrior, Thorin had a pesky tendency to lose his way even at the best of times.
Indeed, the brave Hobbit was far from eager to tumble off a rocky ledge or fall down a ravine that was treacherously obscured by the snow in a ludicrous but eminently tragic accident.
Nevertheless, Thorin seemed so tense and unhappy already that his heart misgave him, and he swallowed his confession of doubt and fear in favour of a more selfless argument.
“I do not doubt that you, your dwarven instincts, and your sturdy boots could find a way down, but I beg you to remember that I am at a distinct disadvantage,” he commented in a soft, pleading voice, motioning at his furry, bare toes.
Of course, this was at least partially disingenuous; Bilbo’s feet were inured to both icy sludge and searing heat, but he could not feel all too guilty for fibbing when he saw Thorin’s eyes light up with relief and tenderness.
“It was such a nice idea to come here,” the Hobbit went on, willing his jaw to relax and suppressing the full-body shivers threatening to ruin his nonchalant delivery of those much-needed, reassuring words of love and support. “I do not mind staying a little longer. Surely, there are more things you can show me in your favourite grotto?”
The smile pulling at the corners of his mouth now was as sunny and genuine as it would have been had they comfortably stood in front of the Great Hall’s roaring fires.
Growing up, Bilbo—as was the wont of his kind—had himself favoured certain flowers, fruits, and trees, and he had never doubted the legitimacy of those instinctive preferences.
Thus, it made perfect sense to him that Thorin—who had only recently returned to his ancestral home—would have treasured places he had not seen for many decades.
It filled Bilbo’s heart with tingling warmth to know that his beloved did not only yearn to spend his future with so unlikely a consort, but that he was also recovered enough from the ordeal of the quest and his almost fatal bout of Dragonsickness to grant Bilbo a glimpse into a long-lost past.
“Did you come here often?” he prompted, threading his stiff fingers into the warm fur of Thorin’s collar and tugging gently to distract the King from his morose musings.
“Not as often as I would have liked,” Thorin admitted. “I was the heir, and my duties lay elsewhere.”
“Shame, it’s so pretty.”
Despite the howling wind and the blistering cold, the small cavern, nestled into the flank of a forlorn part of the Lonely Mountain’s foothills, held a singular, enchanting charm. Even in the chiaroscuro caused by the thick veil of heavily falling snow that was blocking out the daylight, age-old crystals glimmered faintly from the vaulted roof, and Bilbo couldn’t help being reminded of the intricate chandelier he had once seen in the Thain’s house as a fauntling.
“What would you do when you came here then?” His teeth were clacking miserably by now, but he was unwilling to let the conversation die.
With a jolt, Thorin seemed to abruptly snap out of his self-recriminatory reverie and firmly slung his arms around the smaller frame of the one he had chosen to be his partner in all things.
“I am so sorry,” he mumbled under his breath. “I have failed you again! Come here, let me warm you up!”
Opening his heavy coat, he wrapped Bilbo into a cocoon of warmth before settling his bearded chin atop the mop of messy, honey-golden curls with another deep, tremulous sigh.
“I am still waiting for an answer. Did you do frivolous, unprincely things?” Bilbo teased, feeling perfectly at ease now that he was sheltered from the biting cold by the fragrant, comforting bubble Thorin had created for him.
He knew not what expectations the overly serious King entertained within that stubborn, laughably haughty mind of his, but Bilbo himself could not imagine a better place to be during a snowstorm than in Thorin’s arms.
Having lived a solitary life before embarking on his Great Adventure, he was not fazed by the idea of being cut off and isolated—he even sometimes preferred being left alone, and, after the bustling activity of Erebor’s reconstruction and repair, he was profoundly grateful to get a moment of intimacy to simply talk to his husband.
“I…I could show you,” Thorin finally replied haltingly. “Sit over there.”
Shrugging out of his coat, the dwarven king draped it around his cherished consort’s shoulders and padded cautiously to the mouth of the cave.
“It is silly,” he admitted when he returned to where Bilbo sat, huddled against the far wall, and set down a heap of powdery, pristine snow.
Again, the Hobbit pressed his lips together to keep himself from saying something imprudent that would upset or discourage Thorin.
The gleam of pure hope and fond reminiscence in those bright blue eyes was so rare and precious a sight that it didn’t even truly matter if the puerile pastime Thorin was about to share turned out to be truly anodyne or vapid indeed.
Wordless, Bilbo watched as Thorin busied himself around the cave, collecting pieces of fallen crystal and small, iridescent stones to build a miniature of the throne room such as it had been before Smaug had laid waste to his beloved kingdom.
“It’s so beautiful,” Bilbo breathed, as ever fascinated and humbled by the craftiness and skill of the many-layered miracle that was Thorin.
Once upon a time, he had met a disgruntled, distrustful king in exile, and it never failed to awe him when he unearthed pieces of the young dwarf Thorin had necessarily been before everything had been taken from him and his family.
“Funny that you’d escape your princely duties only to recreate the very room you’ve fled,” he added in a light voice.
“Wait…” Thorin cautioned him. “May I ask for one of your cherished handkerchiefs as a sacrifice?”
Without hesitation, Bilbo handed over the worn cloth square, too curious to discover what the other had in mind.
“It’s a poor gift,” Thorin whispered as he extricated a piece of flint from his pocket and set the fabric alight, “because it doesn’t last, but…”
“Hush,” Bilbo interrupted, mesmerised by the dancing shadows and the kaleidoscope of colours the small flame cast upon the domed walls of their little sanctuary. “This is absolutely stunning. I understand why you loved coming here!”
Blushing furiously, Thorin looked up at him from where he knelt on the floor.
“Thank you,” Bilbo croaked, tears of emotion and depthless adoration turning his voice raspier than usual. “We Hobbits love ephemeral beauty; after all, even the most gorgeous flowers die and the most glorious of summers must end.”
Sliding to the floor beside Thorin to hug him to his clenching chest, Bilbo allowed his starry eyes to overflow, trusting that even his tears would be well-guarded and safe in Thorin’s mighty hands.
“You’ve graciously gifted me a fleeting flash of colour and heat to counterbalance the deadly white of this storm,” he breathed into a reddened ear, framed elegantly by silver beads and dark hair, “and you’ve granted me a glimpse of your precious soul’s eternity.”
“The storm has finally abated,” Thorin mumbled sheepishly. “Should we dare the descent?”
“Not yet,” Bilbo replied softly, spreading out the coat he’d been cowering under on the floor. “Let’s stay a while yet and watch the lights dance as if we were alone in the world. We are safe, Thorin. Let’s savour that! Together!”
I hope you'll enjoy this <3
Lots of love from me!
#og post#Fanfiction#writing#IDNMT writes#jrrt#Tolkien fanfiction#WO2023#WhiteOliphaunt 2023#Bagginshield#Thilbo#Thorin#Bilbo#Thorin x Bilbo#Snowed in#Gift giving#sharing traditions
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Lately I’ve been experiencing writers block like never before, so desperately wanting to work on and finish and post my WIPs, but simply not having that urge and ability to actually crack open my laptop and write. I’m constantly battling with myself whether or not I’ll ever be able to write again, or finish my stories, or that if I happen to, that anyone will care.
But thankfully I have some pretty incredible friends, one of them being @i-did-not-mean-to who is forever one of my biggest supporters, confidants, and cheerleaders, who will simultaneously hold me and tell me everything will be fine but also slap me across the face when I’m being too cruel to myself. Once again, she stepped up to the plate, held my hand, took time out of her day to create a “game” to help get me to write; and guess what? I did. No, it wasn’t on one of my current WIPs, but regardless, they are words and they felt good to put down.
I debated sharing, but since I’m really not providing any of you any good reason to follow me lately, here’s 488 words of some moderately smutty and cheeky Fili to inspire our filthy minds.
@i-did-not-mean-to I love you endlessly my selfless, sweet and caring Ori and elf-loving friend. Thank you for being here for me 💗
Ravished and Ravenous
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Fili tore off his tunic, looking over his shoulder briefly to smirk at you watching the unexpected show of your gorgeous husband, your lips slightly parted, as he hooked his thumbs in the waist of his trousers and slowly slipped them down his vast thighs. He winked at you, his dimples unhidden in his cheeks, and flopped down on the couch, his arm resting up over his head as he put himself on full display to you.
You swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in your mouth from the sight before you as other parts of your body reacted accordingly, and you placed the book you hadn’t been paying much attention to anyway down on the table, standing from the chair you sat on which suddenly was not as comfortable a seat as Fili’s lap.
“Aren’t you going to come see me, Amralime?” he chided with a smug grin, his masterful erection growing by the second as you began to remove your own clothing in a fury.
Despite how heated your skin felt, your nipples hardened as soon as they were exposed to the cooler air of your chambers, and your core throbbed even more when Fili’s cock twitched at the sight of you.
He continued to grin, watching you stride over to him, his confidence radiating onto you as he splayed his legs apart and nodded at his waiting member, giving you a not-so-subtle hint to where you were to come sit.
You leaned down and kissed him, deep and ferociously, capturing his bearded chin with your thumb and finger with a pressure to remind him who was in control despite how disorderly your thoughts were and how easily your body was reacting to his request.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” he chimed, but all resolve he had was stolen by you as you moved to straddle him, sinking yourself down onto his shaft. The grin on his face was wiped away and transferred onto yours as he moaned and tipped his head back into the armrest of the couch, his calloused hands running up your thighs to pause as his fingers dug into your flesh.
“Is that so?” you drawled, trying to disguise the shake in your voice as he filled and stretched you more than you thought you could handle.
You smoothed your hands up his torso, your fingers carding through and catching in the thick curls that decorated his body, his laugh rumbling through him which only made more desire bloom in you.
“Yes!” he admitted through a chuckle, his laughter mixing with heaving breaths as your arms stilled to support your body while you hovered over him and began to rock.
“Care to tell me what else you know I can’t resist?”
One of Fili’s eyebrows hooked high on his forehead, seeing the challenge in your eyes as his, once again, reflected with a playful mischief you could never deny.
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Everything: @guardianofrivendell @midearthwritings @cassiabaggins @lilith15000 @trishthedishofreis @linasofia @unbeatablecurlgirl @the-poldarkian @lathalea @enchantzz @blairsanne @legolaslovely @middleearthpixie @i-did-not-mean-to @sketch-and-write-lover @jotink78 @medusas-hairband
Fili: @shethereadinghobbit @ragsweas @faeriefics
#writers block#writing is hard#find friends who support you#IDNMT is a gem and I couldn’t love her more#fili#a little fili smut as a treat#the hobbit#fili smut#fili x fem!reader
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❤ MSV 2024 Collection is Open!❤
Happy Valentine’s day!
Congratulations to our new writers who completed their first swap! Thanks as well to all our veteran writers who continue to participate and make this swap a vibrant part of the Tolkien community.
My Slashy Valentine 2024: The Master List!
AdmirableMonster wrote A Light Beneath Frozen Water for JazTheBard
Aglarien wrote Rosemary for Remembrance for Tethys_resort
Aipilosse wrote Star-kissed for undercat
Ally/steadfastalysanne2022 wrote Always Waiting For You Just to Cut to the Bone for AdmirableMonster
Argleena wrote Coming Back to You for Aglarien
Bird/ingenious_spark wrote Knit Together for raiyana
BloodwingBlackbird wrote Winter glowed on her leaves for HewerOfCaves
bluehair wrote Tell Me No for Aipilosse
Branka/LadywithaQuill wrote New Beginnings for senalishia
ChrissyStriped wrote Sharing Everything for Jade/Elladansgirl
cílil wrote Herald, Hero, Muse for Maironite
Cirilla/FakeCirilla9 wrote Falling star for Ally/steadfastalysanne2022
Cissy/Lost_inMiddleearth wrote If I Could Make Days Last Forever for phyncke
Elentarial/BaccaratBlack wrote The Forlorn for bluehair
elfscribe wrote And With Him Was Elrond for tabru
Elio/eliogardens wrote Uprooting for Kay/seregons
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Fey/ThatFeanorian write With Song Meant Only For You and I for Torpi
forelevenses wrote to be alone with you for Luciann/Lucigoo89
Frances/Melusine6619 wrote Anniversary Celebration for RaisingCaiin
Gilithlin wrote Crescendo for elfscribe
Heather/indestructibleplum wrote Phantom Pains for Nuredhel
Heather/ohboromir wrote Hope for yletylyf
Helholden wrote Under the Stars, Above the Sun for Katrina/lemurious
HewerOfCaves wrote White Daffodil for IDNMT/I_did_not_mean_to
IDNMT/I_did_not_mean_to wrote Mix & Match for Zhie
IgnobleBard wrote Friendship Like The Holly Tree for Marchwriter
Jade/Elladansgirl wrote One Night With A King for Branka/LadywithaQuill
JazTheBard wrote Five Meetings for Ruinel
Katrina/lemurious wrote Fair They Wrought Us for Helholden
Kay/seregons wrote I Pledge My Heart to Thy Doom for sallysavestheday
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Kit/kitkatkaylie wrote Youthful regrets for Lilithsea
Kristen/Harp_of_Gold wrote day will come for Chrissystriped
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Lillithsea wrote The King of the Greenwood for Elentarial/BaccaratBlackLithgaeril wrote What to Make of This for Kefi/EclecticKefi
Luciann/Lucigoo89 wrote Two Lives Will Be Spared This Day for octopus_fool
lynndyre wrote There and Back Again for Ignoblebard
maglor-my-beloved wrote Of Farewells for Ettelenë/firstamazon
Maironite wrote Ready To Fall for Cilil
mangacrack wrote the home where I belong the most for reindeer_pizza
Marchwriter wrote All That Is Gold for likethenight
Mawgy wrote To the Victor Goes the Spoils for Gilithlin
NiennaWept wrote peaches we devour, dusty skin and all for thurinngwethil
Nuredhel wrote The flower and the flute for Whimsy/a_world_of_whimsy
octopus_fool wrote Thrush and Stag for lynndyre
phyncke wrote The King's Cabin for Frances/Melusine6619
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Zhie wrote Minuet for Basalt_Serpent
❤Zhie wrote His Father's Son for maglor_beloved
❤ Zhie wrote Very Welcome Visitor for Indestructibleplum
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❤ denotes a pinch hit or a treat. Thank you to our pinch hitters, Talullah Red and Zhie; they made sure everyone got a Valentine's Day story (or two). Sallysavestheday also wrote a treat for me!!!
If you need a link to the entire collection, it is right here: 2024 My Slashy Valentine
#my slashy valentine#queer tolkien#tolkien slash#tolkien femslash#tolkien fiction exchange#tolkien fanfic
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20 Questions for Writers
Tagged by @lordoftherazzles and @i-did-not-mean-to (although compared to idnmt's 550+ fanfics this will look pretty sparse XD
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
14! One is a collection of a couple of short fics, the others are all stand-alones.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
204,153
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Tolkien, pretty exclusively. I don't know many other fandoms well enough to be comfortable writing in them for now
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Burn Like Cold Iron takes first place for everything as my only long fic. Then How to Cope with a Middle Earth Bed Shortage, What Could Possibly Go Wrong?, Customer Service, and A Helping Hand.
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes! There are a few here and there that slip through the cracks when I just don’t have enough spoons to reply, but I do my best!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I write happy endings as a rule lol, so this is tough. The closest to angst might be Burn Like Cold Iron just because it will have some bittersweetness thrown in alongside the happy ending, but I definitely wouldn't call it an angsty ending.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Considering most of my fic endings are pretty equally happy, my favorite is The Floor Is Molasses, because I just want Boromir to be happy and hanging out in the Shire.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
A few times on FFN in the past. I’ve been lucky enough to avoid it almost entirely on AO3. Which is good bc it does not take much to make me cry 😂
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I have posted one (1) explicit fic and we shall NEVER SPEAK OF IT (I am easily embarrassed and it’s a miracle I posted it at all)
10. Do you write crossovers?
Nooooo, they've always intimidated me. Between all the canon characters and OCs I don't have room for anyone else!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Oof I hope not
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but I would be honored!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, I haven’t done much more than brainstorm with fandom friends about plot points and stuff. But it sounds like fun and I hope I can cowrite something with one of my much more talented mutuals someday!!
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
I haven’t been super obsessed with a ship in years, so this is a tough question, especially since I’ve been focused on OC pairings lately. I’ve been pretty into Boromir/Theodred lately (but it’s such a tragic pairing and my poor heart can’t stand it), but hmm...my all-time favorite?? I'm a big fan of Nina and Matthias from Six of Crows, and Katniss and Peeta from the Hunger Games, and OOH Jaime and Brienne from Game of Thrones! There that's the one. All-time favorite. I did it. Phew.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I fully intend to finish my one ongoing WIP, Burn Like Cold Iron, and beyond that I really don’t want to start a fic I don’t think I’ll finish.
But I’ve written bits and pieces of a Middle Earth murder mystery I was really excited about, and I don’t have high hopes for actually fleshing that one out. I’ve never plotted out a murder mystery and would need to do some hardcore planning and plotting and scheming for it first and my brain is just not there right now XD
16. What are your writing strengths?
Aaahhh I am not good at complimenting myself (my therapist made me compliment myself last week and I almost cried lol) but I think I’ve gotten pretty good at writing engaging dialogue. I also am happy with a lot of my OCs, especially in my all-OC fic Something Burrowed, Something Blue, although I want to keep working at developing more complex characters in the future.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
My writing speed. I’m so slow. So so slow. Dear lord.
That and detailed plots and worldbuilding. Basically I need to brainstorm more before I start writing, and get a better sense for where things are going and how they'll turn out.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I could probably throw some Italian into a fic without much trouble lol. But Tolkien languages like sindarin honestly intimidate the hell out of me- I will jump through SO many hoops to avoid it. I am a coward
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Warrior cats. I was 12 and submitted it to my English teacher for extra credit. I had no shame 😂
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
It’s probably unfair to my other fics to say Burn Like Cold Iron since it’s so much longer than everything else I’ve written. So besides that one, probably What Could Possibly Go Wrong? I had fun exploring different characters’ points of view and sprinkling in lots of foreshadowing and dramatic irony for future plot points.
Tagging: @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book, @hobbitwrangler, @jaimehwatson, @frosticenow, @fishing4stars, @sotwk and anyone else who wants to play!
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☆ Feel free to send me your favorite artists, fic writers (and fics), gif makers, etc, anyone who you love to see content from! I’m always looking for new people to follow and promote! ☆
@i-did-not-mean-to is by far one of the KINDEST individuals I’ve had the opportunity to come into contact with. I’m not exactly sure how to convey just how sweet and supportive she is without falling completely and utterly short of what she deserves.
If ever you are in need of someone to talk to? To read your fics or view your artwork? There is no one better. Honestly, she’s the most supportive person on this hellsite and beyond. She’s helped many people, whether donating when funds are tight, or commissioning artists and gushing about them (rightfully so!), or just being an excellent cheerleader when it comes to your own creations, IDNMT slays the competition.
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about her WRITING. Holy shit. There is something so poetic and eloquent about IDNMT’s writing that just calls to the very soul. I always can feel the emotion in whatever scene she’s writing, as as well as envision it in my mind. There is nothing lacking with her works, and those of you who haven’t read them, you need to ASAP.
I often see her fulfilling requests for just about everyone she can if they fly into her inbox, so if something tickles your fancy with her arsenal of poetic words...you should consider that!
She’s one of those types of people who is willing to try anything, even if it means confronting something she’s not exactly comfortable with and I admire the hell out of that. Whether it’s a new ship or character she’s never written, or maybe even a new trope/prompt, you won’t be disappointed. I am forever grateful for her writings, her support, and her friendship. (And I have so many fics to catch up on still!!)
💜 Please go give this amazing creator a follow, a kind message, and consider reblogging their works to show your appreciation for the awesome content they’ve put out to help brighten our days! 💜
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commission(s) // work(s) received from this amazing creator
February Cliches - Jumping into the other’s arms w/ Ori x OC
Razzy’s Birthday - A “Razzy” insert in a Bagginshield story! (And pretty artwork!!)
Request - Ri Brothers Imagine
Request (Wednesday Word Play) - Seeds w/ Kiliel
#idnmt#raz's creator highlights#support your local content creators 💜#remember to reblog!#hooray i'm starting these back up!#and will be revisiting creators i've already praised once before!
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How would you describe yourself?
What do you would be able to write?
What's a major red flag in people?
In the category of "things I thought I had answered yesterday but just imagined myself doing it apparently..." SORRY IDNMT FOR THE DELAY! But this actually works out better for me.
How to answer this without sounding too egotistical...I usually say I'm innovative, fairy intelligent (though this is questionable sometimes), A GIGANTIC NERD!, and I hope that I come across as friendly and encouraging.
2. If I understand this correctly, "what I wish I could write"...I wish I could write terrible smut as good as you. 🤣 Okay, a more serious answer...I want to get better at writing thrillers. Not necessarily horror because 😨 but just to get my readers to have that spine-tingly feeling and then to pull off the massive plot twist none of them saw coming. That would be my next "challenge" to tackle.
3. Okay, I think the biggest red flag is how people treat other people. Like a guy I went on one date with mocked our waiter after he walked away, and I was like "yeah, nope to a second date".
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Dear Lady,
I have a slightly indiscreet question...🙈
Do you know Lindir? Is there anything you can tell me about him? Anything I'd need to know, some secret insight? I'd like to write a modern au story and I'd be ever so grateful for every bit of wisdom you could impart.
Thank you so much
Idnmt ❤️
Dearest Idnmt,
What a peculiar question, but those are always the best questions! Don't you agree? That's what my Naneth always used to tell me when I was an elfling!
I do indeed know sweet Lindir! And I must say, I think Lindir would be a blushing and flustered mess of an Elf if he read your question, Idnmt!I do hope that I can give you what you are searching for!
Lindir is a sweet and kind ellon. He doesn't necessarily enjoy it when the attention is focused upon his personal life or him in general. Though, if you can get him talking about his work and what he enjoys, well then you might as well make sure you are in a well cushioned chair because you might be there for a while.
Lindir is...how does @middleearthsweetheart put it... ah! Lindir tends to be a minimalist. He enjoys the simplest things in life and doesn't tend to be overly fond of change or chaos. At festivals and feasts he can usually be found on the sidelines, trying to hide and not be in anyone's way.
In my opinion, I think Lindir has the potential to make a fantastic partner to anyone! He's incredibly sweet and very attentive! He would not be overly interested in public displays of his affection and would definitely be very respectful of any and all boundaries.
Now Idnmt, I must admit that I admire you. You are a storyteller and both my Adar and Naneth have told me that storytellers are very important to everyone! For myself, I am not very good at telling stories.
Oh, I do hope that this information will be of some help to you, Idnmt! Please feel free to send me more questions if you want more specific information about Sweet Lindir or anyone else I might know! I am always happy to help!
For anyone else, please do not hesitate to ask me about myself, Imladris, any of my siblings, or anything else really. I truly enjoy answering every question I receive. As long as there is kindness, I shall be happy to respond!
Best Wishes,
Lady Taniara, Eldest Daughter of Lord Elrond of Imladris
#lotr#the hobbit#new blog#elves#elf#thanks for the ask!#ask me questions#send me asks#lindir#rivendell
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Letters & Cards
Prompt: Letters & Cards
Characters: Maedhros & brothers
Warnings: /
Maedhros, The Tall, The Kinslayer, The Dreaded, looked up sharply as the young servant slipped into the room hesitantly.
“These have come,” they said waveringly. “Seasonal greetings…”
Unable to conceal the rare burst of unabashed joy painting his stern face a delicate pink, the Lord of Himring grabbed the missives and pressed them to his chest fitfully.
“To our brother, are your toes frozen yet?” The twins.
“Nelyo, I shall arrive soon—I hope you’ll have mulled wine at the ready.” Káno.
“I am alive. Are you?” Moryo.
“Warm greetings to a cold man!” Turko and Curvo.
Grinning, Maedhros sighed.
Here is the song that inspired this drabble. Disconnected by Jazz Morley!
Lots of love!
-> Masterlist(by @cilil)
#og post#December Drabbles#Fluff#IDNMT writes#fanfiction#writing#tolkien writing#jrrt#Maedhros#Maglor#Caranthir#Amrod#Amras#Celegorm#Curufin#Cards & Letters#family feels
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Day 1: Family | Breath & Air
Dragging myself over here to participate in my dear friend's event!
Have some wholesome Manwë for your heart!
Words: 100
Characters: Manwë & (can you guess?)
Warnings: /
Manwë took a deep breath and froze.
The air tasted bittersweet, carrying thrilling notes of desperate fear.
As he took flight, he knew not what he was going to find, but he trusted his element and his instincts unquestioningly.
Someone was reaching out to him, weaving their call for aid into the invisible ocean through which the Lord of Winds surged so effortlessly.
The avian Maia—young and endearingly innocent-looking—was perched on the edge of a crumbling nest, his bright blue eyes glistening with tears.
“Fear not, little one,” Manwë spoke. “You shall be part of my family henceforth!”
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Epistolary Week 2024
Dear friends, as I think that letters should involve more than one person (and it's my BDay Week), I invite you to get involved.
I shall supply the beginning of a letter or of an exchange, and I'd be delighted if you could continue in the comments.
Lots of love and my sincere thanks to @cilil who, as so often, has inspired me to participate ❤️
Day 1: Daily Life, Customs - Halenthir
Day 2: Exploration, New Lands - Firebird
Day 3: Family, Loyalty - Finwë & Fingolfin
Day 4: Friendship, Alliance - Russingon
Day 5: Love, Creation - Angbang
Day 6: Loss, Betrayal - Curufin & Celebrimbor
Day 7: Remembrance, New Beginnings - Nerdanel & Fëanor
In hopes of seeing you soon,
Yours faithfully, from the other end of the world,
IDNMT
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Day 5: Free of Evil | Opposition
New day, new drabble...
Words: 100
Characters: Manwë & Námo
Warnings: Námo has a hard life
Námo’s remonstrances melted like wax, caroming off the impenetrable walls of Manwë’s incomprehension, unheeded.
“There shall be no more strife,” the Elder King declared confidently. “The time of oppression and opposition is at an end!”
Disheartened, the Judge understood once more that knowing what would come to pass didn’t enable him to change the course of destiny.
All he could do was scream at the unhearing and point out inevitable disasters to the blind.
“He is my brother,” Manwë rebelled against Námo’s tangible wariness.
“So he is,” Námo agreed softly. “I’ll release him, and we shall see what he’ll become.”
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Fëanorian Week - Curufin
Let's have some father-son angst, okay?
Words: 535
Characters: Curufin & Celebrimbor, Curufin & Fëanor
Prompts: Childhood, Celebrimbor, Forge Work
Warnings:Sadness, separation, disappointment, estrangement
Curufin lifted his chin defiantly. He would not wither under the baleful, deeply injured glare of his son’s eyes.
“How could you?” Celebrimbor, looking so much like his mother and speaking in his grandfather’s cold, disapproving voice, hissed.
“I did what I had to do,” Curufin replied softly, silently pleading with his only child to understand what he couldn’t yet know. “And, in time, you might comprehend me better. I pray that you never will, but my heart misgives me.”
“You could turn away from this path!”
Ah, so young, so optimistic, Curufin thought even as his heart shattered.
Old wounds, buried under the dead earth of urgency and necessity but never healed, broke open within his soul—losing his father had changed Curufin, but disappointing his son due to his own failures and weaknesses would break him.
“I cannot.”
There it was—the cold gleam of goodbye in the warm, bright eyes of the one he’d nurtured and protected with desperate fervour.
Celebrimbor turned sharply to collect and pack his smithing tools with trembling hands, and Curufin did not even dare intervene for fear that his voice would break like badly tempered steel.
As he moved along the workbench he’d hitherto shared with his father, the smithing prodigy suddenly hesitated, his hand hovering above a tiny, jewel-encrusted hammer.
“Take it,” Curufin rasped. “I could not bear to look at it. It would only remind me of all I’ve lost.”
Fëanor had made it for him what felt like an eternity ago, and Curufin had stubbornly held on to the miniature tool throughout his whole life.
His first attempts at his craft had left grooves and marks on the shiny metal, and he’d cried bitterly upon discovering that.
“A worn tool speaks of honest work,” Fëanor had assured him comfortingly, and Curufin had taken these words to heart when teaching his own son.
In his mind, images of pudgy, clumsy hands blurred into a heart-breaking picture of filial eagerness and paternal pride.
How many burned fingers and spreading bruises had this little hammer caused and witnessed?
It had been a hallowed experience to study at a father’s elbow. There had been tears of frustration and moments of triumph, and each of them had invariably strengthened the seemingly unbreakable bond between a prince and his blessed progeny.
Both—the craft and the inexplicably magical link between smiths of different generations—had been sacrosanct.
Now, the rust of betrayal and the acid of disappointment had eaten through everything, leaving their story a brittle thing, riddled with gaping holes.
“But…grandfather made it for you,” Celebrimbor protested weakly even as he reached for the shared treasure instinctively.
“I have no father,” Curufin muttered. “I have no son. It is of no use to me now. Take it—I shan’t miss it.”
Of all his acts of treason and mendacious declarations, no lie cut deeper or burned brighter than this whispered lie.
“Very well,” Celebrimbor sighed, tucking the hammer into a piece of soft leather carefully. “I shall take away with me the memory of a good, beloved father.”
He waved his hand dismissively at Curufin’s form, bent over and sagging like a dying doter’s.
“I bid you goodbye, stranger.”
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Fëanorian Week - Celegorm
And it's not getting better :D Let's hurt Tyelko a little, shall we?
Words: 520
Characters: Celegorm & Nerdanel, Celegorm & Curufin
Prompts: Childhood, Hunting, Strength & Beauty, Nargothrond
Warnings:Sadness, loss, death of a child, doom, bad decisions
Rough, calloused fingers slid fervently along the worn curves of the small figurine, which had melted like ice in the sun over countless years of struggle and strife to the point where it had long since become unrecognisable.
The tiny creature—he couldn’t even remember whether it had originally been a bear or a wolf—was Celegorm’s best-kept secret.
He’d loved animals for as long as he could recall, and it had undoubtedly been in an effort to keep him from sneaking out of the nursery and into the woods that Nerdanel, famous and justly extolled sculptress, had crafted this little companion to soothe his desire for adventure and freedom.
Maybe, he now thought as he rubbed his hidden talisman yet again to strengthen his resolve and quieten the voice of doubt and agony within his mind, it didn’t matter what fey savage beast his mother had had in mind.
A heavy, sturdy child, Celegorm had certainly often reminded her of a bear cub himself as she stood, harried by dark foreboding, beside his crib with a worried frown.
Even in so frivolous an endeavour, Nerdanel had not let herself grow negligent, and it was a shame that his nigh-on superstitious habit of touching the stone doll had irrevocably erased so many of the marvellous details she had carved in meticulous handiwork.
Curufin, stern and solemn, shook his head almost imperceptibly—he might have known or at least guessed with what his solitary brother toyed in the depths of his pocket. Still, he preferred not to bring up their parents if not absolutely necessary for fear that it would irrevocably break their spirits and keep them from pursuing their path with the necessary determination.
Fate was unravelling fast now, and Celegorm was reminded abruptly of the fact that he’d never been good at making sensible decisions. He’d have to blindly rely on his brother’s cold intelligence and the residual maternal magic with which his childhood charm was imbued.
For the first time in his life, Celegorm didn’t feel heartened and comforted by his mother’s craft, though, and he clenched his teeth stubbornly as this last despicable act of disloyalty and betrayal stripped him of every remaining blessing he’d been hitherto granted.
“Are you ready?”
He nodded. What else could he do? They’d soon leave Nargothrond in hopes of salvation and pursuit of inevitable desolation, and—no matter how much any of them wished things to be different—there was nought he could do to change the tide of destiny.
Following his brother, Celegorm considered shortly leaving his most precious treasure to be buried and forgotten along with Finrod’s jewels and the vestiges of their honour, but his fingers wouldn’t unclasp.
In the end, feeling the gentle caress of death falling over him like a ghostly shroud, Celegorm slipped the unidentifiable stone guardian into the pocket of a silver-haired boy who stood, crying noiselessly, over the broken body of his father.
“Mother,” Celegorm mouthed, hoping against all hope that his faithful fetich would manage one more miracle and keep another wild-eyed, fey boy safe in the dangerous darkness of the woods.
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Cinnamon
Second request, this time by @lordoftherazzles, my dearly beloved...
Characters: Thorin x Bilbo
Words: 172
Warnings: Illness & its remedy
Thorin stared at the two cups with intransigent sternness.
“You better be right, Ori, or else…” he muttered under his breath as he tried to thread his thick, broad fingers through the delicate handles of the custom-made mugs.
Bilbo had lately been under the weather but, between Óin and Ori, Thorin’s old company mates had come up with a beverage that was supposed to make him feel better.
“Cinnamon,” Bilbo croaked immediately and brought the thin-walled drinking vessel to his stuffy nose eagerly. “Where did you get this from?”
“I have connections,” Thorin declared darkly—he was not about to let his beloved know that he had begged Bard to convince Thranduil to procure him a spice ineptly described as “sweet but spicy…and delicious”.
“You’re the very best,” Bilbo sighed after a long sip. Smiling blissfully and pinking up almost instantly, he sank back into the thick blankets. At that sight, Thorin decided that this smile was worth every indignity he had suffered to give his Hobbit a tiny piece of home.
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Silvergifting - March
Written for my dear reader MoonLord :D (again)
Oh, this one is violent and dark. Please be advised!
Prompts: “Look at me! - Sacrifice - Sworn Enemy
Pairing: Annatar x Celebrimbor
Words: 1015
Warnings: blood, torture, sadness, fear, flaying, mutilation, manipulation, cruelty
“Tell me where they are!” Annatar enunciated, a frown forming on his luminous brow.
Something about Tyelpë’s face irked him, and it took a moment for him to understand that his former lover looked positively ugly.
Tired, injured, and visibly terrified, Celebrimbor was far from the suave smith and comely cub that had almost managed to capture Annatar’s petrified heart.
His skin was blotchy, and his eyes were bloodshot as he writhed, naked and sweating profusely, against the cold steel that held him.
In many shockingly dispassionate ways, he reminded his finally revealed enemy of the horses the Children rode into battle, and which ran themselves ragged before being “delivered” by a merciful blade.
For darling Tyelpë, there would, of course, be no such mercy before he’d not given up the secret he so stubbornly tried to withhold from one immeasurably more powerful and terrible than he could even imagine.
By nature and design, Annatar himself had no notion of ugliness—even his unchained anger and boundless hatred only gilded him and, if anything, made him even more unbearably, uncannily beautiful.
Indeed, the flush of ire in his cheeks and the flash of calculating disdain in his eyes only heightened his bewitching pulchritude, and this alone seemed to further distress his headstrong captive if his frantic squirming against unbreakable bonds was any indication.
No, the hideousness of rage and fear was something Annatar had learned and studied throughout the ages.
“Hey, look at me,” he purred, lifting Celebrimbor’s head—lolling feebly to and fro—by the deceivingly tender touch of a single finger. “Tell me where those silly, inconsequential rings you made, according to my design and thanks to my help, are, and I’ll let you go. We could even try to rekindle…”
His lips curled into a petulant moue of displeasure when Celebrimbor gave a raucous, brittle, distinctly derisive chuckle.
“Or not,” Annatar continued smoothly. “It doesn’t matter. Just tell me where you’ve taken them!”
The light—once so compellingly bright and pure—within the young Elf was failing fast now; already it seemed reduced to a single flickering point of defiance within his otherwise dull gaze, and Annatar gave a long, regretful sigh.
“I’ve known your great-grandfather,” he said with an impish smirk. “And your grandfather…and Fëanáro, of course.”
As he spoke, Annatar let his long, slender fingers touch the steel construction onto which he had affixed Celebrimbor’s painfully stretched-out limbs. In honour and mockery of his heritage, Annatar—who had once been Mairon, The Admirable—had returned to his own roots and had handcrafted a beautiful eight-pointed star such as the boy’s grandfather had elected as his sigil.
A muted grunt that Annatar could not quite interpret escaped his captive at that.
“Let it sink in,” Annatar purred. “Understand who and what I am—what I’ve seen, what I’ve done, what terrible and wonderful power I wield!”
Even if the incarnates, quick to forget the lessons their ancestors had carved out of history by blood and suffering, seemingly invariably swallowed his disguise line, hook, and sinker, Annatar remembered everything.
“There is fire in your blood,” he whispered fervently. “It has been kindled within your line long before you were even a distant dream.”
Pressing his lips against Celebrimbor’s sweat-sheened temple, Annatar let some of that life-giving heat he’d carried within himself since before Arda had been created flow into the other’s fading being.
“I can keep you alive.” It was a promise. It was a threat. “I know what you need, and I shall give it to you while stripping you of everything else.”
Again, Celebrimbor merely moaned before clamping his pale, bloodless lips shut.
“As you wish…”
With deliberate, teasing precision, Annatar chose a sharp blade from his collection and made the first cut.
“I’ve perfected this technique on your uncle,” he explained cheerily as he splayed a warm, soothing hand against the concave, trembling stomach of his doomed paramour. “He was also such a sacrificial fool.”
As he meticulously severed ligaments and detached muscles, Annatar let his supreme energy flow in a steady, sustaining stream into Celebrimbor’s agonised body.
“He wouldn’t give up his secrets either,” he muttered, still peeved at the recollection of Maedhros’s laughable obstinacy. “Much good it did him.”
“He lived.”
“Not for long.”
Celebrimbor, even as he was divested of his pristine skin piece by piece, had the nerve to utter another guffaw that echoed like a scream through the empty chamber.
“You know nothing about time,” he ground out. “And you shall never learn where the rings are.”
“You’ll die a terrible death,” Annatar prophesied darkly.
The almost pitying gaze the moribund Elf gave him made the unveiled Maia bare his teeth in frustration.
“And I thought you knew my family,” Celebrimbor hissed. “As ever, you overestimate yourself. I am undaunted.”
For a while, Annatar continued his gruesome work in sullen silence. He kept that flayed grotesquery of his own making suspended on the very edge of death as he peeled back the layers of his beloved Tyelpë to reveal his sworn enemy.
That last insult had hit him harder and wounded his pride deeper than he’d anticipated, especially seeing the unequivocal power dynamic in which they presently found themselves.
Despite his instinctive reluctance, Annatar searched his near-perfect memory for hints and clues.
There were many things for which these pesky incarnates would die gladly, and he couldn’t decide which one was at stake presently.
Could it be a home Celebrimbor had never really had since leaving the Blessed Realm?
The idea of another lover was so outrageous that Annatar discarded it instantly—it was inconceivable to him that any other being, no matter how handsome or kind, might have eclipsed him in Tyelpë’s affections.
Family. The certainty hit the malicious Maia like his former Master’s icy breath—if there was one thing that turned even the most loquacious of Elves into unmoving stone, it surely was the safety and happiness of their kin.
“They’re all dead,” he spat distractedly.
“Well,” Celebrimbor breathed faintly. “Then the rings are lost, and you shall never retrieve them!”
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Day 4: Poetry & Birdsong | Taniquetil
A bit of sadness and ominous foreshadowing, how about that?
This can be read as a direct sequel to the Day 3 drabble <3
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Words: 100
Characters: Finwë & Fëanor, Manwë
Warnings: Doom about to strike
“Listen!” Finwë whispered, holding his young son’s hand firmly ensconced in his own. “Do you hear the ephemeral poems of love and life the wind pens into the ever-shifting sky?”
He remembered the solemn silence of his earliest days and thus relished the cryptic but deeply touching messages of wisdom Manwë graciously sent down from Taniquetil on invisible wings.
“Birdsong?” Curufinwë scoffed disdainfully. “How boring!”
Helpless in the face of the overwhelming anger of his darling half-orphan, Finwë shrugged uncomfortably.
“May you come to cherish even these tiniest of gifts,” he cautioned. “May the quietude of loneliness never assail you.”
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