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myceliumelium · 2 months
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A long awaited return to Valinor
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maglorslostsilmaril · 9 months
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In His Arms Again
Written for @tolkienrsb and can be read here
Artwork done by the amazing Sylanna
Rating: T
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Finrod/Maglor
Characters: Finrod, Maglor, Elrond, Aragorn, Glorfindel
Word Count: 7129
Finrod would never tell, but Maglor was the real reason he’d returned to Middle Earth. He knew that Maglor was probably too far gone at that point, too devoted to the silmaril, but he had to try. Iluvatar , he had been mad at Maglor, of course he had, but to risk Maglor dying without ever speaking to him again? Finrod couldn’t stomach that thought. He crossed the sea with his father and Eonwe, only for Maglor and Maedhros to sneak into the camp, kill two innocent elda, steal the silmarils and disappear.
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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years
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October 21st
Cosy pyjamas
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Ah Maglor and Finrod, my two beloved but very annoying friends (haunting me endlessly)...
I am not entirely sure who to tag as I've read so many ficlets and full-blown fics about them. Hmmmm...@oopsbirdficced, I've made reference to Finrod/Caranthir though haha...
Also special shoutout to @cuarthol who writes a beautiful Finrod and who does so many different things with such style and poise that I am always in awe! Check it out!!!
Here's the amazing art by @theresonlyzuul ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
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Words: 568
Warnings: Undressing...nothing really :D
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“Eru forfend,” Maglor cursed under his breath as he unwrapped the parcel Finrod had handed him with such evident pride; he was still not entirely convinced of the “girl’s night without the girls”-sleepover plan his favourite half-cousin had come up with but – as several of his brothers had explicitly refused to attend it – he had taken it upon himself to fulfil Finrod’s whimsical wish.
How could he have resisted when his kinsman – clad in a silken pyjama in a shimmering emerald green that much complimented his sparkling eyes – was all but bouncing like a ball of pure light in his eager anticipation of the fun they’d have?
“Where did Nelyo go?” Finrod asked wistfully while Maglor unfolded the thick, warm pyjama in Fëanorian red onto which tiny harps and flutes had been embroidered in a beautiful display of both skill and artistic talent. 
The golden-haired menace had been so enamoured with his own plan that – evidently – not even Maglor’s lack of suitable attire could stop him from making this the most epic and memorable of sleepovers since before the first coming of the light.
“My sweetling,” Maglor sighed dramatically, shedding his own clothes shamelessly to slip into the generous gift he had been granted, “did you really think Nelyo and Finno came because they wanted to emulate the secret meetings your sister and Aredhel have?”
“Yes,” Finrod replied, outraged by the suggestion that he’d doubt his cousin’s word.
“I am most aggrieved to let you know then that tonight’s entertainment shall be reserved for the two of us; it’s highly improbable that the other firstborns will join us before it is time to scurry back to our own beds.”
“I am being used, am I not?” Finrod made a face that wavered between vexation and fascination.
“Do you object to the intimacy?” Maglor cocked one eyebrow provocatively, giving a little twirl so his host could admire the shape of his body underneath the heavy layer of warming fabric. He loved the fact that his bad circulation and tendency to feel cold when sitting down for too long had been considered in the choice of apparel; Finrod’s discreet attention to those details warmed his heart more than any pyjamas could ever have warmed his icy limbs.
“Not in the least,” Finrod chirped with renewed enthusiasm, “you’ve always been my favourite anyway. We can share a blanket.”
He was feeling quite snuggly and comfortably cosy already, but Maglor was not fool enough to refuse the chance to cuddle up against his golden-haired cousin and bask in the heat of his indefatigable hopefulness. 
His eyes narrowed as he grew suspicious of his own enthusiasm. “What about Moryo?”
Finrod blinked at him, the very picture of startled innocence, and breathed: “Yes, what about Moryo? Let’s not talk about your brothers, hmmm?”
There were things Finrod was clearly dissimulating or – which was more probable in his case – pointedly ignoring until they came to bite him in the behind, but Maglor agreed that, just this once, he should not waste a single thought on his annoying, disruptive, and dearly beloved siblings.
Nodding vaguely, he hurriedly thought a few soothing words and shreds of half-forgotten prayers to Eru so the One would not prompt Nelyo and Finno to change their mind after all; this promised to become a very lovely evening indeed and Maglor had no desire to see it interrupted by anyone or anything.
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@fellowshipofthefics :D (I am making good on my month)
Lots of love from me...this was a small - a little sweeter - ficlet. (Can't all be bad smut and insinuated sadness, right?)
-> Masterlist
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nailsinmywall · 2 months
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Descendants of finwë (incl. kidnapped children): sons and daughters of fëanor, fingolfin and finarfin
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One thing I love about the Silmarillion is that because it’s so massive, its fans have to specialize.
Like I love everything but my Silm major is in Finrod studies, with a minor in obscure background characters.
Reblog this post with your Silmarillion “speciality,”
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thesummerestsolstice · 4 months
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Fic Concept: Erestor is Maglor, Lindir is Daeron, and Gildor is Finrod. They all live in Rivendell in the Third Age. They're all using elf magic to try and hide their identities, so they don't recognize each other.
Lindir has heard Galadriel call Gildor kin but assumes that Gildor is like, Finrod's son or something because Finrod would absolutely name a child "Gildor Inglorion."
Erestor has heard Lindir sing some very familiar old Sindarin lays but assumes that he must just know them because of how popuar Daeron's compositions were. Nevermind that many of them are lost to history by the Third Age.
Gildor knows Erestor is Feanorian because he's not as subtle as he thinks but he doesn't really sing around people anymore– because singing the Noldolante for thousands of years straight has made his voice extremely dangerous– so Gildor assumes he's just another old Feanorian follower.
Elrond and Gandalf are making bets about when they'll realize. Elrond bet it would happen before the Fourth Age. It's not looking good for them.
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tari-cua · 5 months
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Noldor youth) Fingon Turgon Maitimo Maglor Finrod and my OC
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sesamenom · 5 months
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Gil-galad Variations, featuring all the gil galad theories i've encountered.
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sakasakiii · 5 months
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some firstborn sons to start the new year two weeks after it began ✨
apologies for disappearing again,, this makes it the 4th? 5th time i've disappeared?? WILD. things have been busybusybusy but i've gotten some prior things all settled so hopefully i can get back into drawing and checking out things.... and answering asks!!!!!
obligatory extra as per tradition bc i always forget about the secondborns who arent maglor (im looking at YOU, orodreth's dad):
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prattling-she-elf · 1 year
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Can we take a moment to talk about that generation that consisted mainly of the grandchildren of Finwë?
I mean, look at this:
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Dead, Good as Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Only Alive Because Her Family Had the Presence of Mind to Stop Her, Dead, Dead, Dead, Survived.
Galadriel really was the only one who survived.
And this hits me hard when I think about it.
Because a writer puts a bit of themselves in every character.
The part of Tolkien that I see the most in Galadriel is the part of him that survived the war.
After all, he was part of the Lost Generation. Two of his closest friends—Robert Gilson and Geoffrey Smith—died in the war. Tolkien and Christopher Wiseman were the only two of their fellowship to survive.
Only Galadriel survived.
That was what the Grandchildren of Finwë were. They were the Lost Generation. An entire generation slaughtered.
The regret, the lamentation, the grief. Galadriel knew it well. She lived it because Tolkien lived it.
And I don't know why, but for some reason, this speaks to me louder than any history book ever has.
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debbiedart · 5 months
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doodle-pops · 2 years
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Think You Can Warm Me Up
[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]
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Request: What elves do you think would like cock-warming? - anon
A/N: This was a lot of elves to think for since I've added more over the months gone by. Enjoy!!!
Warning: smut, cockwarming
More: Brat Taming
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Loves it – sometimes when they’re too busy to have sex with you but you want to feel them, they’ll suggest you sit on their lap, only to feel them raising your body slightly to slide themselves into you. When you lift your hips to move, their hands will be planted firmly on your waist with a stern look on their faces warning you to stay still. They’ll keep their hands on your waist, using it to pull you closer to rest against their chest and hold you down. Some use it for punishment when your bratty side comes out. They’ll rile you up by making out with you, having you grind on them feeling as though you two are about to have sex, but then when you’re about to ride them, they’ll lean in to whisper, “Not so fast love, no moving, sit right there and stay still or I’ll leave you empty. You thought I’d just give in and give you what you wanted, my poor confused little one” Other times, they’d use it to literally warm themselves up. When you two are relaxing as such, they’d throw the suggestion out to you and once you agree, the two of you will just be lounging about with their cock buried in you, staying warm. There are times you’ve fallen asleep with them buried in you. “You feel so warm and tight love, stop shifting so much, just stay still. This feels good, now we can cuddle.”
MAEDHROS, Maglor, CELEBRIMBOR, FINGOLFIN, FINGON, Finarfin, FINROD, AEGNOR, GLORFINDEL, GALDOR, BELEG, Rog, Elrond
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Hates it – the first time you suggest the act, they were down to try it, but once you sank your warm hole onto their cock, it was over for them. Their hands would immediately shoot out to grab your waist, urging you to move but you’ll simply push it away and lean into their chest informing them that you’re not supposed to move. “It’s called cockwarming for a reason. Now stay still. Don’t get mad, remember you agreed to this, so sit and enjoy it.” This was absolute torture for them, they couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that if they moved their hips right then, you’d probably hop off and that wasn’t part of their plan. Waiting till you were settled in and comfortable, with ease, their hands would sneak around your waist holding you firmly to their chest and without any warning, begin thrusting into you. You’d admit that this was not how you planned the session to go but with the way the tip of their cock was brushing against your soft spot, your moans gave it away. Now whenever you suggest it to them, they’d smile at you saying that they’ll behave, only to abuse your heat as soon as you sink down on their cock. The longest they’ve ever lasted was five seconds. “If you really thought I’d sit through all that torture, you’re absolutely wrong. Now be a good girl/boy and enjoy my cock.”
FEANOR, CELEGORM, Curufin, Turgon, ARGON, ANGROD, EGALMOTH, ECTHELION, MAEGLIN, ELLADAN
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Mixed feelings – one minute it’s torture for them the other it’s blissful. It just all depends on their mood not so much yours. If they’re tired and just want to be warmed or you want to feel them, they’d let you go ahead without interrupting you. They’d simply wrap their arms around you and pull you in closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and drifting off to sleep. Other times it’s when they’re busy doing paperwork and could do with a little relief. Letting you sit on their lap with the table hiding their cock buried deep in your heat, they’d let you lean into them so they could continue their work. “This feels good, didn’t think I’d be needing this, but after I’m finished here, I’d bend you over this table for a good fuck, hmm.” When you’re teasing them all day and acting up and then decide it’s time to kick it up a notch by making them feel you were about to ride them after your tedious torture only to sit still on their cock, now you’re just asking for it. They’d be grinding their teeth the entire time when you tell them not to move while pretending to do something important, informing them that when you’re finished then you two can go at it, they’re not going to listen, not when you were suffocating their cock. They wouldn’t care at that point, so say goodbye to whatever it was that you were doing. “Don’t you think this is a little too much love, don’t you think this has gone on for too long because I think so as well. How about we change that by having me fuck you, now.”
Maedhros, MAGLOR, CARANTHIR, Amrod, Fingolfin, FINGON, TURGON, FINARFIN, Finrod, AEGNOR, Glorfindel, GALDOR, Egalmoth, ROG, ERESTOR
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Masterlist
Taglist: @spidergirla5 @eunoiaastralwings @mysticmoomin @aconstructofamind @lilmelily
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melestasflight · 2 months
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Two Half-Kings and a Full Lake Between
In the aftermath of their tumultuous arrival in Beleriand, Maglor has scarcely managed to hold together the bruised and splintering House of Fëanor and their Sindarin allies. Then, the Sun's first rising brings with it Fingolfin’s host of Ice-hardened Noldor, hungry for retribution. With battered hearts and fraying minds, the two half-kings must navigate fragile relations even as they face the impossible task of reuniting the Noldor under a single leader.
Join @polutrope and me for this Mithrim drama fest for @silmarillionepistolary. All chapters are now up!
Cover art by the brilliant @myceliumelium Read on AO3
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nelyos-right-hand · 8 months
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Thinking about how perfect the Silmarillion already is and about how even more perfect it would be if Tolkien actually got the chance to write it properly.
Don't get me wrong, Christopher already did a great job at publishing all of his father's works (he didn't have to do that, no one made him spent years trying to organize an entire world), but as it is the Silm is just a large summary of events, and even the separate books that focus on just one story like Luthien or Turin are more very detailed summaries then actual novels.
I mean, imagine Tolkien got to write all that out the way he did with Lord of The Rings, it wouldn't be a trilogy but (a ten-logy???) at least ten books!
Imagine reading all those already heartbreaking scenes the way novels are normally written, with more dialog and detailed descriptions and everything, the way we now only get it in fanfiction.
And I think that's kind of what this fandom is doing. We take all those notes and ideas and give them details and life. We finish Tolkien's legacy because he couldn't do it himself.
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nailsinmywall · 9 months
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ah yes, maglor's grammy winning record Noldolantë
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warrioreowynofrohan · 1 month
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Finwëan Popularity Taxonomy
This isn’t about the extent of popularity different Finwëans have during the Ages of Trees, it’s about the type of popularity. Who is the most popular depends entirely on the lens you’re using. (Headcanon entirely, vibes entirely, no canon basis.)
Finrod: Finrod is the kid at school who found you crying in the bathroom and stayed and listened to you and bought you lunch and you went outside to sit on the grass together and just talk, and suddenly your bad day was a good day. Finrod is the kid where everyone at school either has a story like that or has a friend who has a story like that. He’s not the star or the trend-setter, but everybody likes him.
Fingon: Fingon has high-school-football-star-who’s-actually-nice vibes. Effortlessly popular. The kind of guy that, one time he smiles at you and says something nice and you’re giddy for a week.
Maglor: Maglor is not operating on a high-school level. Maglor is rock star popular. Maglor is Taylor Swift popular. Maglor has a fandom that includes a large fraction of Valinor.
Fëanor: Fëanor is Elon Musk (pre-Twitter-purchase) popular (not saying anything in terms of his personal similarity to Musk, just the type of popularity): has incredibly passionate fans who think he’s the answer to all the world’s problems, and equally passionate detractors. As a bonus, after the First Kinslaying he has post-Twitter-purchase Elon Musk popularity: passionate fans fewer and more unhinged; less unhinged fans beginning to question; detractors more numerous. After Losgar, doubts spread even among his own followers.
Fingolfin: After becoming acting ruler of the Noldor, is Jed Bartlet (The West Wing) popular. If you asked people for their favourite Finwëan, most wouldn’t name him, but he’s got the respect earned by a leader who does his job well and makes peoples’ lives simpler, and if you suggest replacing him with someone else you’ll rapidly find out how much people don’t want that.
(Turgon in Middle-earth is the most similar to his father. Turgon is mayor-you-like popular. Everyone’s met him; if you raise an issue with him, it will be addressed or you’ll end up with a new perspective on it. Or both. Gondolin is excellently administered. Gondolin does not have potholes.)
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