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“You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.” For Ecthelion.
☃: Some cutesy moment for our water boy :)
𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭
Gondolin was always a beauty whenever winter came due to the King and his fellow Lords doing their best to uplift the quality of visuals in the hidden Kingdom. Everywhere you went, green garland garnished the streets with mistletoe and holly pinned to them. You were experiencing a sensory overload with the radiance of colours—green, gold, blue, silver and red—and not to mention, the food. You and Ecthelion were walking hand in hand through the streets, laughing and chatting away about the winter season.
“Why don’t we try the blueberry pies along with their hot chocolate? I think a little sugar wouldn’t harm us this morning,” you eagerly tugged the hand of your ebony-haired Lord who bore an amused look as he observed your child-like wonder and excitement. You were always a joy to be around during the winter season and festivities; you always made his experience one of a kind.
Feeling giddy as you dragged him into the bakery, Ecthelion stood the entire time at your side, watching you interact with the workers and glow when you received your treats. Normally, he would appear stern and expressionless, but today, every action you displayed earned you a smile that would tug your heartstrings. You had never seen your lover smile so much in one day, except when you accepted his confession.
“Where would you like to go next?” Ecthelion asked as he dusted the crumbs off your face as you devoured your dessert with gusto. Your cheeks were stuffed to the brim and barely any coherent words were picked up by him as you mumbled your response. You were fighting for your life to get a syllable out, but the blueberry pie and hot chocolate were calling your name and stuffing your mouth. “Perhaps the benched by the fountain in the gardens?”
“HMMM!” nodding your head furiously with pie still in your mouth, you marched off in the direction that Ecthelion suggested with him following closely behind, ensuring that you didn’t take a fall to the icy streets. He couldn’t help but shake his head at the level of enthusiasm you displayed and found it endearing.
Rushing to catch up with you, you both fell into silence as you strolled through the streets. The snow was falling lightly, some landing in your hair and the rest on your pie which prompted a series of disgruntled noises from you, “Not my pie snow, go away.”
Snickering at your antics, Ecthelion released peals of soft laughter beside you which gained your attention and caused you to turn towards him. He was beautiful in the snow as his ebony hair stood out alongside his silvery eyes. Going off his features while he was busy laughing, your hands on instinct, shot out to grip his, bringing him to a halt. “You…You have snow on your eyelashes…you look cute,” you cooed at him while reaching your hand upwards to brush some off his cheekbone and ignoring the ones on his lashes.
You could see the moment your words reached his brain because his eyes took a moment to widen before the blush grew on his face. He was always bashful when it came to compliments, batting his lashes and hiding his face, pretending that your words didn’t affect him when the evidence was plain for all to see. “T-Thank you, my love.”
“You look so cute when you blush in winter Thel, you should do it more often.”
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Hello! What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? and Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?
Thanks for the ask, @theghostinthemargins!
My favorite to write will always be my Glorfindel/Ecthelion series, The Flower and the Fountain. I had a mad month of Glorthelion in 2022 and have been slowly building into and around those first installments ever since. It's a romance, it's a tragedy, it's an exploration of grief and delight and joy and identity and the ways rebirth does and doesn't change who you really are and what you want from life. They're glorious, they're miserable, they soar, they suffer...I can't let them go. I'm always tickled when someone new discovers the series and works their way through it piece by piece. Those marvelous boys!
But/and I also really love my weird little one-off structural experiment, Ice Glossary, in which the Indisian host crosses the Helcaraxë. Do read it, if you haven't. It's everything I write, summed up in twelve little bites.
In terms of other people's work, I'm going to recommend mostly older work this time. I have a few very long things that I reread when I really need to be wrung out and cleansed: @cycas' Return to Aman; @curuwen's yánasenesse | brief sanctuary; @thearrogantemu's The Splintered Light. All agonizing and delightful. Some relatively shorter frequent rereads include dawn song by @arrivisting; a gentle conspiracy by @marvelruinedmyspirit; what this darkness cannot swallow, it must spit out by @dialux; a reason to live (a reason it is not permissible to die) by chestnut_pod; The Sound Below Sound by @adnirod; a light in darkness, hope in woe by @admirablemonster. And many more. I am the reason everyone should learn not to care about ratios of kudos to hits :).
Thanks for asking, and happy reading!
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A Beloved Child
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5FOajL9
by MIW_3
Little Eärendil is bored and wants his grandfather to come play with him. Deciding the older elf is taking far too long, the little boy takes matters into his own hands.
Words: 1342, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Eärendil the Mariner (Tolkien), Turgon of Gondolin, Idril Celebrindal, Duilin of Gondolin, Ecthelion of the Fountain
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☾ ☆ ✿ ■ ♦ ☯ ♒ - for Glorfindel, Elrond, Maedhros and Fili (feel free to skip the ones you have already done for Elrond)
Glorfindel:
☾ - sleep headcanon: he is team haha what is sleep? blinking counts as sleep right?
☆ - happy headcanon: each morning he gets up and preps for the day ahead and braids his horse's hair and then puts a bunch of bells on his horse and they ride out with the first light and often dont come back before like 5pm, he used to do that in Gondolin as well, even tho back then he had Ecthelion w him
✿ - Sex headcanon: yeah so i mentioned those rides with ecthelion didnt i?? plus there are always secret spots around gondolin yknow
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon: his living situation kinda looks like that of a frat boi but like it is his chaos and he knows where everything is al all times and it drives the other elves crazy
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon: loves sitting by the fountain's in rivendell, there was decade where he even tried to teach himself how to play the flute, he loves horse riding
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon: likes: being a morning person and telling everyone about it, he also goes around and says stuff like back when i was your age i had already killed a balrog and died to people, also has a sweet tooth
dislikes: rainy days and silence
♒ - cooking/food headcanon: oh boi does he have a sweet tooth he basically only eats desserts and sweets and pastries
putting the rest under a read more cause there are 3 more left and the last 2 are kinda long
Elrond:
☾ - sleep headcanon: he is a half elf so every evening he gets into his soft pjs puts in his hair routine to keep his hair nice and fresh for the next day and then goes to bed and closes his eyes and dreams of happier days, he's also a bit of blanket hog
☆ - happy headcanon: dude is so sad and tragic he needs some happy headcanons asap but sadly i can only give him angst T^T like that halfelf can sadly fit so much angst but one happy headcanon is that he and bilbo get into poetry battles
✿ - Sex headcanon: a praise kink, like the biggest praise kink also gets pegged lbr
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon: tidy and neat. Everything has his spot. He also keep another library in his bedroom, with all the books and scrolls he has, most of them are healing or history tomes
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon: (done)
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon: (done)
♒ - cooking/food headcanon: tried to cook mole stew once and it actually wasnt that bad, at least that's what durin and disa told him over and over again
Maedhros:
☾ - sleep headcanon: Dude hasn't slept in years, not since Angband and even before that every time he tries to sleep he hears his brother's screams as he gets burned alive and then it's his father's death. So he just stays up and broods or does accounting or practices swordfighting or writes long letters to Fingon and after Fingon's death he still writes those letters he just never sends them. Sometimes he goes to the rampart of Himling and looks west and thinks about his mother
☆ - happy headcanon: he used to be happy once right? he must have been, he remembers hours spend laughing at Caranthir's antics or helping Ambarussa with their calligraphy or festivals he spends dancing with Fingon and Aredhel and his mother's kin. Catching things for his younger brothers and cousins they couldn't reach, playing hide and seek with them
✿ - Sex headcanon: he can be ace as a treat
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon: it's all very sparse and he doesn't have much stuff anyway most of his things are still in Valinor and he didn't get to bring anything and he also doesn't really get attached to any item be it decorative or practical plus he doesnt sleep so why would heed a bed, if he rests he does it leaned against a wall or smth
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon: he loved dancing and singing and playing the Middle-earth version of volleyball
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon:
likes: taking walks at night with only the stars and moon above, he plays long distance chess against caranthir, he also likes wine.
dislikes: actually can't stand maglor like at all and its all rather silly cause they entered a music competition as kids and he was unprepared so he asked Maglor to write him smth and then maglor played both his and Maedhro's song, and well.. Maedhros is still his father's son and even nerdanel couldnt smooth things over.
♒ - cooking/food headcanon: he was a bit of a picky eater as a kid and hated everything yellow, so no apples, potatoes, yellow bell peppers, quinces, cheese, or yellow sewets etc but he's not a picky eater anymore and wolves down everything he can get his hands on
Fili:
☾ - sleep headcanon: fili sleeps like a rock and he hates sleeping aloe cause when he was little he used to share a bed with both his mother and his younger brother, so he can't really fall asleep unless he knows someone is at least in the same room as him.
☆ - happy headcanon: his father taught him how to braid and he was often allowed to braid his father's, Dis' and Thorin's beard and he felt very honoured doing that and ofc he taught Kili how to do his own hair
✿ - Sex headcanon: sadly he died a virgin even though he had been pining after Nori for the entire trip to Erebor, they werent even stuck in a cell together in Mirkwood, round of Fs in the chat pls
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon: he shares everything with Kili actually and sometimes Kili uses up all the soap and then there's no soap left for Fili, or sometimes Fili uses up all the flour and butter and milk and Kili just wants to have some cereal but alas no milk. And no Dis did not kick them out she would never she loves her sons too much for that, it's just that thorin thought it would be best if they lived closer to the smithies, especially since they both have a knack for oversleeping
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon: he has a 12 step hair care and skin care routine, everyone always thinks Ili is the vain one but no it's him, he is the one that takes ages in the bathroom and looks into every mirror or window he passes
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon:
likes: baking he actually tried to convince thorin once that he much rather wanted to be baker (an equally important and well respected jobs among the dwarves) but thorin told him it would be better if he knew his way around a proper weapon ; he also likes a good prank, and o boi did he use to prank Balin and Dwalin cause he and Kili knew they could get away with it (Balin) and could fit into hidey holes they couldn't reach (Dwalin)
dislikes: he hates rain and humidity, again he's quite vain. He also dislikes being late but his bed is just too comfy
♒ - cooking/food headcanon: he secretly loves baking.
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And high and noble as was Elemmakil, greater and more lordly was Ecthelion, Lord of the Fountains, at that time Warden of the Great Gate.
#ecthelion#ecthelion of the fountain#the silmarillion#silm#tolkien#unfinished tales#gondolin#silmedit#moodboard#i love my boi#i told y'all i'd make this moodboard#bc lan xichen is just TOO PERFECT#sorry it could have probably been better#it's the first time i've made one for a character#me#hope u like
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Will never not love them ✨art by @misswhalie 💖
#glorfindel#ecthelion#love#elf#elves#art#they're so cute#the golden flower#the silver fountain#beautiful boys
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Ecthelion of the Fountain for the character ask meme: 1, 4, 24?
my boy!!!!
1. My first impression of them
So in Unfinished Tales Ecthelion's first appearance goes as follows:
Ecthelion (extremely glittery): Who are you?
Tuor: I'm the guy with the fancy armor I found.
Ecthelion: Tight. Welcome to the family!
and i've loved him ever since
4. How many people I ship them with
I don't really have much for ships for Ecthelion. I think him and Glorfindel are cute tho!
24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?
He is terrified of bees. Not a very Brave Warrior thing to admit, but they freak him the hell out.
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For the writing prompts, how about 13 (thought you were dead) and Glorfindel+Ecthelion :)
13. “I thought you were dead.”
The words were barely more than a whisper; Glorfindel had never heard his companion so quiet. By itself that was a testament to his raw emotion; his tears were only added proof.
“I was,” Glorfindel managed to choke out. Ecthelion was right there, standing before him—but he was so closed off, so far away. “And I—I thought you were dead! I saw you fall into your fountain with Gothmog...!”
Ecthelion’s hands trembled. “You always made fun of my helmet, but it saved my life. By the time I woke, the city had fallen...and so, they said, had you. Dragged down by your hair.”
Glorfindel carded his fingers through his golden curls, much shorter now than he’d kept them in his past life. “I had to save them,” he rasped. “I had to...there was no time to put it up, I...and what was the point? You—you were gone.”
“But I wasn’t.”
Glorfindel wanted nothing more than to pull him into an embrace, to hold him and never let go, not ever, but Ecthelion shrank back as he reached out a hand.
“I didn’t know,” he pleaded. “Please, you have to believe me, I didn’t know. I would have fought harder, if I’d known.”
“I wanted to find you,” Ecthelion said, not meeting his eyes. “But you—you were dead. Maeglin found me, did you know that? The traitor betrayed. How he survived that fall I don’t know, but he found me and took me to the Fëanorian camp. I broke bread with Kinslayers, and I said nothing, because you were dead and they were all that was left of the once-great Ñoldor. And when Elrond, the little boy I had watched grow up on Maglor’s knee, took our scattered remains east with Gil-galad, I followed. But you weren’t there, and by that point I was the last of the Gondolindrim. The others all died at Sirion.”
“Ecthelion...” But Glorfindel did not know what to say. There was nothing he could say, to make up for the fact that he had not been there.
“How are you here now?” Ecthelion demanded. “You must have survived somehow, and hid from me. If—if you were reborn, you can’t be here, you’d be in Aman again—”
“The Valar sent me back.” It hurt, almost physically, that he could not hold Ecthelion, when he had so dearly wished to for so very long—longer even than he had been dead, for as long as he could remember—
“Why you?” Ecthelion demanded. “Why not one of the other lords? Why not—why not Turukáno, or Fingolfin, or—”
“I don’t know,” Glorfindel sobbed, breaking down entirely. “I don’t know, but I said yes, and I’m here now, and you’re here when I thought you were lost to me forever—”
And then Ecthelion seized him, reaching for his neck, and Glorfindel thought he was trying to choke him, kill him for abandoning him so long ago, but instead Ecthelion touched his face so gently and kissed him, and the last piece of himself that Glorfindel had been missing finally clicked into place.
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(eta: the Ecthelion lives theory is from here!)
#silmarillion#ecthelion#glorfindel#glorthelion#sarisfamily#silm#my writing#my fic#tefain nin#ask games#ty!!#that history student#answers#secretlythranduil#the silm but no one dies#sunflower
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Comfort
Okay so this is about Maeglin being depressed about the way everyone is treating him in Gondolin, and Turgon attempting at cheering Maeglin up.
TW: Mentions of abuse, depression, Canonical death and Self-harm.
Maeglin was sitting by a fountain, his head buried in his hands. He was shivering, occasionally sniffing and shaking his head. He had felt unwelcome from the very first day he and his mother Aredhel had shown up in Gondolin. Everyone was glad for his mother yes, but passed a shaming glance at him. Eol fatally injuring his beloved mother didn’t earn him a good name either.
Maeglin secured his robe around himself, trying keep the sharp unfamiliarity, shaming, unwelcoming air that hung around him. Aredhel was always there to comfort him after his father’s torments, but now that slightest comfort too was stripped away. He had succumbed into a deep grief, avoiding any breathing being.
In Gondolin he wasn’t welcome, he knew so, but he feared Ecthelion and Glorfindel the most- if not for their physique, then for their distrust in him. Rarely did anyone acknowledge him, not even Idril, whom he loved. His uncle- Turgon; he rarely visited him, Maeglin never knew how he felt.
He traced the scars on his pale forelimbs; he had succumbed into harming himself for comfort. Who else would embrace him like his mother did, cradle him, sing a song to him? His father was gone, he had witnessed his death, but the memories of fear still lingered.
Maeglin would have done something bad, if it wasn’t for his name being called. “Lomion!” Turgon called him by his mother’s name, striding menacingly towards him. Maeglin flinched at the sudden movement, and leapt off the edge in an attempt to shield himself. Turgon, understanding, immediately slowed down and apologized. “I meant no harm. I’ve been searching for you all day.” He said, pitying the young elf.
Maeglin nodded. The Lord of Gondolin sat on the edge of the fountain and patted the emptiness beside him. Maeglin sat down, still wary of his motives. “I just wanted to talk.” Turgon said, “I understand you’ve been going through a lot.”
Maeglin didn’t respond. He sat there quietly, listening to his uncle intently. “You’ve lost your mother… I lost my beloved sister likewise.” Maeglin looked down, overwhelmed by guilt. Noticing, Turgon immediately stated, “Don’t you dare blame yourself for it. Eol…” he studied Maeglin faintly shiver at the name, “was harsh to you wasn’t he?” “Perhaps…” Maeglin croaked, not enjoying Turgon’s inquisitiveness.
A few more minutes of silence and Turgon noticed the scars littered on the young elf’s hands. He frowned. Maeglin, meanwhile was growing uncomfortable.
“Lomion. Don’t.”
The sudden sadness in Turgon’s tone surprised Meaglin. “You have to understand. My people are probably never going to accept you as your own.” Maeglin got even more surprised when the Lord of Gondolin himself knelt before him and clasped his smaller hands in his own and stated, “But remember that I love you. You, relentless of whose blood you have, are my sister’s son, and it would be of shame if I were to disregard you.”
“Don’t.” He begged again.
Maeglin looked down embarrassed. He was surprised that he wasn’t absolutely unwelcome. He didn’t want anyone to fuss over him, but he did realise it was required for his own good. He enjoyed the comfort. If there was someone who wanted him, maybe he could be accepted by all.
“Thankyou.” Meaglin said. Turgon smiled, and nodded, “I understand it is hard for you. Tell me, is there something I could do for you?” Maeglin shook his head.
“There must be.” Turgon pressed, knowing well that cultivating the boy’s creativeness might cheer him up. Maeglin was gazing around, wondering what he might secretly desire. He almost thought about asking for Idril’s hand, but instead he sheepishly asked, “Could I get a personal smithy?”
“Of course!” Turgon laughed, slightly amused that he would want to pursue his father’s career. However, he did not mention it, for he was relieved that his sister-son Lomion finally smiled before him.
#silmarillion#tolkien#maeglin#turgon#gondolin#lomion#aredhel#eol#glorfindel#ecthelion#silm drabbles#tolkien drabbles#my fic
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@amethysttribble: “On the note of Glamdring, Maeglin, and Gondolin, I posit that maybe Sting belonged to Idril? Short-sword for a short lady, and she lost it in the escape.
“(Or maybe intentionally discarded it, as it was a present from Maeglin, and she wanted nothing of his any longer)“
Ah, I did not need to get distracted by that bunny, but I did! To avoid clogging up the notes on that post about swords, here is a little something in a separate post. I wanted to work in the ‘wanted nothing of his any longer’ because that was lovely, but I also wanted to get this draft finished. It’s not that long; the cut is to save people’s dashes.
So here is what I turned out: A flash-fic for a short-sword.
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A winged dragon wheeled overhead. Idril flinched and clutched Earendil to her. He squirmed, as children are wont to do, but didn’t cry out and didn’t run.
‘Good boy,’ she thought. And aloud she whispered, “Stay with Mommy, and stay quiet.” She drew her long knife, and it’s glow was brilliant and blue, blaring like a trumpet. Maeglin’s arts were still strong, even after-
‘Even after his death, he haunts me.’ Idril clutched Earendil’s arm in her left hand, the knife in her right. A dragon screeched above them.
“It spotted us!” someone hissed.
Idril sheathed the blade as they started to run. “Hide between the buildings!” she commanded. “Once we lose the drake, we’ll make for the secret door! Leave behind anything you will not need!”
‘Haunt me no longer, cousin!’ she thought as she unbuckled her sword belt. The long knife clattered on the paving stones as she let it fall. ‘May you find the glory you wish for in another life, and leave me in peace!’
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The creatures of Morgoth gathered what fallen valuables they could. Dragons squabbled over the shiniest trinkets. One of them drowned, trying to reach a distant sparkling in the mighty fountain- Ecthelion’s proud helm, sunlight glinting off the diamond now that the balrog’s form had dissipated like a bad dream.
But although his helm and body could not be defiled, as if protected by the very fountain itself, the dragons gladly hoarded Ecthelion’s sword. They dug out the blade of Turgon from the ruins of the tower, and piled up all the jewels and weapons of the Noldor that remained in ruined Gondolin.
When the dragons were called to defend Thangorodrim after Finarfin’s banner flew over the shores of Beleriand, a group of orcs and trolls fled east. The treasures of Gondolin passed beyond Ered Luin, and into Eriador- and eventually to the Trollshaws, where they would be found by a burglar and a baker’s dozen of dwarves. And Idril’s long knife, leaf-shaped and enspelled, with a traitor’s maker-mark hidden in it’s hilt, would find at last it’s name and it’s glory.
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Chapters: 9/22
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Ecthelion of the Fountain/Glorfindel
Characters: Glorfindel (Tolkien), Ecthelion of the Fountain, Aredhel (Tolkien), Egalmoth (First Age), Turgon of Gondolin, Írimë | Lalwen, Original Female Character(s), Elu Thingol | Elwë Singollo, Melian (Tolkien), Beleg Cúthalion, Saeros (Tolkien), Rog (Tolkien), Aranwë (Tolkien), Voronwë (Tolkien), Elemmakil (Tolkien), Salgant (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Ensemble Cast, Gondolin, First Age, Drama & Romance, Angst, Giant Spiders, Doriath, Cover Art
Series: Part 6 of Silver & Gold
Summary:
The tale of how four left the hidden city of Gondolin and only three returned.
Aredhel thinks she's got everything as she wants it, but Turgon has his reasons for allowing her to leave the city and he's not above using manipulation. Glorfindel and Ecthelion are caught in the middle of a political ploy and poor Egalmoth is dragged along for the ride. Throw in some giant spiders and everything was bound to go to hell.
Chapter 7 is up - The boys return to Nevrast to face the music. Please do let me know if you enjoy this!
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Lords of Gondolin - At A Halloween Party
Request: Headcanons for the lords of Gondolin at a Halloween party? :) Happy Fall season! 🍂🍁- anon
A/N: I know this is supposed to be released in October but...eh, a very early Halloween gift. I had a fun time assigning what characters they would dress up as. Happy Fall Season to everyone 🍁🎃🍁 stay safe!!!
Galdor
⊰ Galdor doesn’t mind attending festive events despite his quiet demeanour, but when you inform him that it’s a Halloween party, his eyes would light up curiously.
⊰ His favourite part about the party would be dressing to look like the role. He adores the fact that you wanted to match, he was Peter Pan, and you were Wendy.
⊰ He’d hold hands with you the entire night and stay at your side throughout the celebration. The occasional drinking (sampling) the drinks and finding the decorations a bit odd. Galdor would question you in those were real fingers in his drink.
⊰ His brows would be to his hairline when he notices the desserts. Galdor wants to know why you would make cupcakes that have spiders on them or eat desserts that are shaped like brains.
⊰ The look of judgement he’d silently give you as you laughed at his inquiries and shrug them off.
⊰ Not the type to enjoy going through the Haunted House even though he wasn’t terrified, it made him question if these were the things mortals did for fun.
Ecthelion
⊰ You made him dress up as Poseidon and he was grumbling the entire time about not making him look foolish or lie to him about his character. He smirks when you inform him that it’s the God of the Seas which makes him feel stronger.
⊰ Don’t take him into the Haunted House because I feel like people would be beaten up when they attempt to scare him (accidentally). He’s going to question you mortals on your sense of humour – cheer up water boy.
⊰ Give him all the alcoholic beverages but not the ones that look sus. You once gave him a glass with an eyeball in it and he threw it out the window because he believed that it was real.
⊰ He’s even questioning your sense of décor/style for your treats. Why all the scary themes? Poor Ecthelion hasn’t gotten it in his head that, that’s what Halloween was all about.
⊰ Ecthelion uses the opportunity to get wasted because he’s a heavy alcoholic. When he does get drunk, it’s then when he gets into the Halloween spirit. When you’re looking for Ecthelion, he believes he is Poseidon as he stands in his fountain commanding the water.
⊰ He does secretly enjoy some aspects of the party, mostly the portrayal of other characters.
Glorfindel
⊰ He’s one of those wandering children who you must keep on a leash because the moment you turn your back Glorfindel has disappeared. He wanted to dress up as Hercules, but you made him go as Princess Peaches and you as Daisy.
⊰ Glorfindel does question you on all the strangely fascinating treats like the blood punch or the literal finger foods. Everything looked too real for his mind to wrap around.
⊰ He won the best costume that night and proudly walked around with his crown on his head the entire night.
⊰ Another heavy drinker who drinks alongside Ecthelion but makes fun of his costume while Ecthelion does the same. Everyone calls him 'princess'.
⊰ He’s one of those who indulge in almost all the games and becomes competitive. He doesn’t like to lose, worse if it’s against his friends.
⊰ Pulls you to dance with him on the dancefloor and spends the rest of the night dancing away with you in his puffy dress.
Egalmoth
⊰ He goes as a vampire, Dracula, and adores the fact that he gets to drape himself in jewellery to show off his character’s wealth. You’re in his bride that he kidnapped and still mortal.
⊰ He loves his character because he gets to act out his character traits and bite you, he doesn’t go biting others.
⊰ Turns to the blood punches and all the other blood-like treats and has zero complaints about the design of the food. He finds it creative given the theme of the party.
⊰ He’s on the dancefloor with you or drinking his life away with his buddy of three and he’s another who gets overly drunk. He loses it when drunk and gets too deep into his character. He attempts to fly with his cape and hide in the shadows.
⊰ Please take him to the Haunted House and look at him flinching before he tells about how brave and unafraid he was and then screaming at a fake ghost.
⊰ He refuses to let his pride become ruined, so he lies and tells everyone that it was you screaming at the ghost and monsters.
Rog
⊰ Because of his massive size, he’d dress as Frankenstein and you as his bride and he’d walk in with you on his arm with a grin on his face.
⊰ A little more relaxed that the others but not overly enthusiastic as the rest. Questions you on everything. Why the bloody treats? Why the spiders and cobwebs? Are they real? Do you Mortals do this all the time? Very strange.
⊰ You would have to drag him off to the dancefloor otherwise Rog would stay on the sideline for the entire night chatting with the others about their costumes while watching you dance.
⊰ He accepts no criticism of his costume because it represents your hard work. He is extremely proud of his look.
⊰ Very unphased by the fake ghost and monsters in the Haunted House because he’s seen real war and terrible creatures. It’s you who curl into his larger frame as you walk through the house.
⊰ You two would spend the night making fun of the others and laughing at their overly drunken selves.
Maeglin
⊰ He would be dressed as Hades and you as Persephone to the party and would be attached to your side the entire night not wanting to be apart
⊰ He is not social, so you’d have to stay at his side the entire night chatting and dancing with him. Oh god, don’t take him to the Haunted House for to life of him. He hates it and doesn’t understand the purpose.
⊰ Take him for walks in the gardens decorated to suit the Halloween theme. He loves the little decorations of ghosts and spiders. He comments on how ghosts don’t look like that and ask you more about mortal traditions.
⊰ He’d ask you about his character and how to portray him since he notices that everyone else was acting like their counterparts. Once he learns about how he should act, he'd be gifting you tons of flower crowns and making the effort to dance with you.
⊰ He’d spend the night outside not being fond of being around the hype and buzz. All the drinking and chatting are done outside. Maeglin would even allow you to drag him off to some events and watch you play to win him gifts.
⊰ The both of you would win best-dressed couple which would make his heart swell with pride and insist and returning to the party next year.
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Sending patience and fortitude when dealing with all the waiting! If you're up for asks, do you have any thoughts for how Elenwë & Glorfindel's relationship might be like post-death and Reembodiment in your series please? 😉
Thank you, @searchingforserendipity25!
I've written Glorfindel and Elenwë several ways. In The Flower and the Fountain, they are companions walking together on the Ice, and Turgon is furious that Glorfindel isn't able to save her when she falls: that's the catalyst for Glorfindel's relationship with Ecthelion. In Follow the Light Unflinchingly, which is outside that series, she is his beloved elder cousin and best friend, who draws out a shy boy and helps him to grow into the man we know and love (and in that fic, Turgon also becomes a close friend early on). In Come Round Right, they are not related, and become friends on the Ice by default because they are the only Vanyar in the host.
In all versions, I assume they had developed a strong friendship prior to her death, partly because of their shared customs and perspectives as Vanyar who have chosen to live among the Noldor, and partly because their personalities are just good fits: both are bright and hopeful and light-hearted and courageous and devoted.
I expect their relationship after Rebirth would continue to be fond, with the extra layer of Glorfindel's having cared for Idril and Turgon in Elenwë's absence. He was the only cultural link with the Vanyar for Idril, and took maintaining that connection for her as a responsibility and a duty. And he was close to Turgon and did what he could to ease his way in the world.
There would likely be a lot of commiserating and inside-joking between Glorfindel and Elenwë about both Idril and Turgon, their Strong Personalities, and the management thereof. And teasing about hairstyles and their disadvantages, and being careful where one walked: both of them are given to ribbing others at the margins of good taste, but they are lovable so they get away with it. I headcanon Turgon and Elenwë as establishing an unwalled version of Gondolin in Valinor post-Mandos, and I imagine Glorfindel was a frequent guest -- but not a resident (he and Ecthelion divide most of their time between their beachfront cottage, their mountain house, and a crash pad in Valimar, but that's a tale for another time).
Thanks for the ask!
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My OTP is Glorfindel with Erestor, but it's refreshing to see someone prefer Ecthelion because Erestor with Maglor worked better for them. (I also am very fond of this ship!) Very random I know, but it's just nice to see when Glorthelion and Glorestor camps do not work against each other, or give reasons why the other doesn't work. Either could work, we just have reasons to choose one over the other. :)
I can absolutely see Glorfindel and Erestor together too, and one of my headcanons is that they bond over having lost Ecthelion and Maglor, respectively, and then a friendship and eventually relationship grows out of that. But there’s just something about Glorfindel/Ecthelion that is so beautiful. They are equals in every way possible - both are balrog slayers, they are Lords of Gondolin, and the flower/fountain imagery is a treasure trove for anyone who likes symbolism.
Anyway, the beauty of non-canon ships is that there are no right or wrong answers (except anything and everything that involves Gollum and/or trolls)
[On a final note, Erestor/Maglor relies heavily on a headcanon where Erestor used to be a follower of Fëanor and his sons, and then decided to stick with the boys Maglor raised because they were his last link to the Fëanorians]
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In case anyone ever thinks Tolkien was too easy on his characters, gently remind them of the ridiculously over the top deaths in the Silmarillion and HoME, including:
*Fëanor was ambushed and killed by a bunch of balrogs
*Finrod nude wrestled a werewolf and killed it, but then died of his injuries
*Thingol was either clotheslined by his own necklace or killed by a mob of angry dwarves, depending on which version you use
*Melkor got his legs cut off, his crown forged into a collar, and was thrown out of the world
*Maedhros flung himself into a fiery chasm because his hand got burned on a jewel
*Amrod overslept and was incinerated by his father
*Fingon got beaten into a literal pulp by a bunch of balrogs
*Fingolfin got trampled by a god
*Aredhel was killed by her husband after he tried to kill their son
*Maeglin got thrown off a cliff by the father of the boy he'd kidnapped
*Glorfindel fell into an abyss because of his hair
*Ecthelion died in one of his own fountains
*Gelmir was ripped limb from limb in front of his people as an example
*Beleg was mistaken for an orc and killed by his best friend/boyfriend
*Celebrimbor was tortured to death and stuck on a pole, then his corpse was used as a banner
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