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superloves4 · 2 months

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I still taste the past - Chapter 1

Relationships: Curufin/Finrod, Celegorm/Aredhel (background) Summary: Finrod wanted to see Curufin, get his closure after all they had gone through, end things once and for all. What he gets is a journey through the memory of where they've been and the choice of where they will go. TW: none for this chapter A/N: This is connected to "We can always begin again" but it should be able to be read on it's own besides very occasional chapter.

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Finrod took a deep breath. And then another. And then he left.

Perhaps Curufin had been right, his plans were terrible. He tried to walk through his past actions and nothing made sense but that had always been his cycle, no? He was the one burned every time. So he left.

Finrod groaned, it had all started three days ago when he'd found the letter, Mando's letters were not what he had expected the first time he saw them when Angrod was re-embodied, they were sky blue and written in neat blue ink, it was almost too simple, but there it had been, now with the names, Celegorm and Curufin, written on it.

His heart sank.

"Oh, Findaràto, I..." his father had arrived and seen him just staring at the letter.

"You had not planned on telling me". Was his statement, the re-embodiment had been scheduled for the week before, it was rather clear his father was keeping secret. He couldn't blame him, in his place he would have done the same.

"I'm sorry," his father had answered bashful "Your mother and I, we thought it best," then his father's hands were on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes and very seriously said to him "But you have nothing to worry about, we already made all the arrangements, they are strictly forbidden from entering the palace, they shall not disturb you further."

Finrod had no idea of where he'd managed to pull a smile from, but he did, and it must have been convincing enough, seeing as his father visibly relaxed "It was very thoughtful, thank you father."

He had gently placed the letter back on his father's desk and after a brief conversation he had not paid attention to, he left the office that used to belong to his grandfather. Murder in his eyes.

Edrahil must have noticed as he, very resigned, simply said "It won't end well." Alas he'd caved in and delivered him the location of Curufin's new house. He had left the palace soon after, riding for a whole day. Only to stay in the nearby inn, instead.

It had taken him another day to gather the courage to approach the simple house, identical to all houses made for the newly arrived or freshly re-embodied, with it's white walls and delicate window frames it didn't fit Curufin. It didn't even have a forge, he imagined the other must have been going stir crazy in there. He returned to the inn.

Finrod sighed, he had never been so weak, even with his past with Curufin, things had never been so bad before.

He pushed his hood over his hair, not wanting the attention when entering the inn, he asked for a drink and sat at the same booth he'd sat the day before, hoping he'd have better luck the next day.

"Yeah, I saw him, the gull of some!"

Finrod had not meant to eavesdrop but he was forcibly included in the conversation.

"I heard that prince Findaràto has forbidden his presence in the palace. It's rather frustrating they are just thrusting the Fëanorion at us instead."

So was that what they were saying in the streets, huh.

"Can hardly blame them, can you? You heard the returned exiles, he betrayed them, he let our prince die."

Finrod was convinced Curufin would have liked to disagree on that point. He could almost picture his angry face as he proceeded to verbally eviscerate the other person, arguing for his defense. He groaned, eliminating the image from his mind.

"Doesn't mean I now have to buy vegetables with a kinslayer."

He sighed, it was not a good idea to leave Curufin there, he had done much wrong and there was much they still had to talk but he'd rather the other didn't get hurt, no matter how well intended the perpetrator might be.

He made to leave, to pay for the same room and once more spend his time thinking what he'd do when he saw Curufin again, when he felt someone pull on his wrist.

"Hey, mate, you dropped-"

His hood had fallen from his face, his long blond hair unmistakable, he hadn't even dropped anything but the confusion between him and the other elf's companion had now led to the whole inn discovering him. The room was filled with looks of admiration and interest, most had never met him outside of official functions, he knew they were curious but he had nothing to give them.

"My prince! What brings you here? Anything I may do?" the owner of the inn asked, the owner's daughter was quickly adjusting herself behind him, Finrod was exhausted now.

"Just a room for the night will do," he smiled courteously, he didn't want to be rude but that was not a good day for him.

The daughter rapidly chimed in "Is it true that you have ended your betrothal to lady Amarië?"

Finrod's smile twitched "It has been true since my re-embodiment," and while the owner chided his daughter, he made to leave.

"Are you here to get rid of the Fëanorion, prince Findaràto?"

Finrod froze, it was the same elf from before, looking hopeful at him.

"Has my cousin hurt anyone?"

The other patrons looked around in embarrassment when all the elf could answer

"Well, no."

"Has he offended anyone?"

Finrod could see many of the patrons were looking away and buried in their cups or food instead of continuing to stare at them, the elf answered "No, he doesn't talk to anyone."

"Then I do not know what you'd have me do," Finrod answered, maybe in the morning he'd have a better answer, these people were merely scared, it was not right to take his frustration on them.

"You can't possibly forgive him." The elf said then.

Finrod spared him one last look and a sigh before turning around "This is Aman, everyone can earn their forgiveness."

He left at dawn, better to avoid anyone who might want to ask for him to deal out punishments. Why couldn't Curufin have gone to Formenos? From what he'd heard the Ambarussa and Caranthir were doing perfectly fine in the Fëanorian districts. And if they weren't alone perhaps he might fear their encounter less.

They could be just two cousins again. But that would never be true, wouldn't so? He was back again, staring at that unremarkable white door, when his father had approved of that design it had been with the intent of letting the future owner choose how to decorate however they wished, now it seemed to be a mockery of their past.

He should just go home at this point.

"You should."

Finrod jumped, he kept staring so long he never considered that Curufin might've not been inside. Or that he'd spoken out loud.

Curufin sighed and Finrod wanted to punch him, what right did he have to feel bothered "Felagund, you are blocking my door."

"We need to talk Curufin."

He turned around just in time to see the other roll his eyes, Finrod wanted to scream but Curufin simply avoided him, taking his keys for that awful door.

"Is that all you'll do now? Ignore me? Haven't you done enough, Atarinkë!"

Curufin gave him a brief look before opening the door. "I rather thought you were the one who didn't want to talk, I wish I had been right, it was much nicer when it was quiet," he shrugged, might've closed the door if Finrod hadn't been faster, blocking the door again.

"I was not told of your return," Finrod admitted, looking into Curufin's gray eyes "Not the first time someone I cared about did so."

Curufin sighed again but let go of the door, resigning himself to whatever Finrod decided to do, stay or leave, he was past caring.

"We already had this conversation, we've already threaded this path, move on Findaràto, it would be best for the both of us," he said, falling into the unremarkable couch, also made for the owner to personalize, Finrod could now see that nothing in there looked like Curufin. An unremarkable house.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, making his way inside "To close yourself any time I want one sincere conversation, one modicum of consideration, I thought the halls helped people!"

"They do," Curufin looked at him, he was pallid and seemed far more tired than the last memory Finrod had of him "I want to move on, Ingoldo."

That killed Finrod's next reply.

"You," Finrod laughed bitterly "You want to move on? You ruined my life, Curufin, and now you want to move on?" He pushed his hair from his eyes "Every time, it's always the same with you! You are a coward, Atarinkë! A thrice cursed coward! You don't have even the decency to look at me and say sorry!"

Curufin got up like stones were trying to drag him back down and said "I'm sorry."

Finrod stared at him, brows furrowed, his breath still heavy from his previous anger, just confused. Curufin look at him as if to say 'Happy now?' but he didn't know how to react.

"It's over, Ingoldo, this is all I can offer," Curufin told him, not an ounce of scorn in his voice "We played our parts, go back to your bride now. I'm going to move on now."

That was it, that was all the closure he was going to receive, all those years and this was what Curufin was willing to leave him at the end. Anger making way for grief. It shouldn't have ended like this.

"I," he tried to say but nothing came out, Curufin gave him a last look and Finrod had to wonder if that was truly the last he'd have of him "You should leave this area, they could come after you."

Curufin smiled, if he knew him less he'd say it was a happy one.

"I'll be alright, they are all afraid of me."

#(this will have secret love child trope btw)#silm fic #my writing #curufinrod #curufin #finrod #finrod felagund #the silmarillion #silmarillion #feanorians #silm #trans curufin #not really explored tho #dysfunctional to functional

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arofili · 2 years

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Corruption

for Kinktober Day 2: Corruption, and also for @foxindarkness!

[ao3] - rated E, 813 words; Curufin/Finrod(/Celegorm); cw: dubcon, incest

“I wonder,” Finrod purred, “would you allow your brother to watch us?”

Beneath him, Curufin swore, clutching the sheets even tighter, though Finrod’s thrusts grew slower and more languid as he spoke.

“I want an answer, vanimo,” he laughed huskily. “You already know I give him the same pleasures I give you. Have you not imagined him stroking himself as I fuck you into sweetness, as I gentle that barbed tongue of yours?”

“Fuck you,” Curufin spat. “He wouldn’t—”

“He would,” Finrod goaded. “Last night I asked him the very same thing: would he let you watch us? And he said yes.”

“He—likes to be watched,” Curufin growled. He pushed his hips back, vainly trying to force Finrod into fucking him harder. “You know what the Hunt of Oromë was like—”

“He said also that you and I must be beautiful together.” Now Finrod relented, picking up the pace, and Curufin moaned his appreciation. One hand loosened from its grip on the sheets, moving to rub at his pearl.

Finrod clucked his tongue and grabbed Curufin’s wrist. “Naughty,” he scolded. “I let you live in my halls, and this is how you repay me?”

“Is sex all you require for payment, then?” Curufin asked snidely. “You know, your people whisper of us corrupting you—hah!”

“You’ve been mine since before the Darkening,” Finrod hissed, giving a particularly punishing thrust. “Ever since you let me breed you, put my blood in your little brat—”

“Do not speak of my son that way!”

The words were so harsh that Finrod backed off immediately. If he wanted a place in Tyelpë’s life at all, it would not do to offend Curufin in this manner.

That did not mean family was entirely off limits, however. He’d felt how Curufin’s pulse sped at the mention of Celegorm watching them, and he realized with glee that he may have tapped into some long-held, repressed desire.

“I wonder, then, if Tyelko might like to join in,” Finrod mused, growing lazy in his movements once more. “Perhaps he could take my arse while I take yours—”

“You foul creature,” Curufin gasped, but his cunt clenched deliciously around Finrod’s cock.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Finrod said. “Haven’t you always thought him fair? We all do, after all; there is no shame in it. Haven’t you wondered what he looks like coming undone? Or—do you already know?” He laughed. “I know you were no stranger to Oromë’s Hunt, dear Curvo.”

“I do not harbor a—a secret lust for my brother—”

“But those nights in Himlad grew lonely, did they not?” Finrod pressed, halting his movements entirely. “No one would blame you for curling up in bed with your big brother. And if he woke up hard, and said nothing of it—and he is such a good uncle to Tyelperinquar, did you ever wish he had sired your babe, instead of some ‘faithless Falmarin slut,’ as I believe you once called me—”

Cuurfin writhed beneath him, trying to escape, but Finrod still gripped his wrist and pinned him down. “Let me go!” he cried. “I want nothing to do with you, not if you would speak so of my family—of which you shall never be a part—”

But Finrod thrust into him again, his free hand at last teasing Curufin’s pearl, and his lover’s protestations trailed off into a long moan.

“But you like it,” he hissed. “You slut.”

“It takes one to know one,” Curufin spat.

This Finrod did not deny, but he had never had as much pride as Curufin—not in that regard.

“You’re so wet and loose for me,” Finrod growled. “I wonder—could you take another cock? Both of us at once?”

Curufin went limp, but Finrod could feel him, inside and out, and he knew how the idea affected him.

“How I would adore to watch you together,” he sighed, chasing his own pleasure in earnest now. “Silver and black, dark and fair—your pretty lips around his cock, or sitting astride his lap as he splits you open—his hands on your chest, right there, how you like it—”

He tugged on his lover’s nipple piercings, and Curufin wailed, spasming around Finrod, and with the triumph of conquest, Finrod came, spilling into him with a shout.

As soon as he relaxed, Curufin shoved Finrod off him and stumbled out of bed. Rage and disgust burned in his eyes, and he hastily tugged on his robes.

“Running to Tyelko?” Finrod drawled.

“Fuck. You.” Curufin spat on him, then stormed away.

Finrod only smiled. The seeds had been planted, or watered if his suspicions were correct, and soon, he knew, they would bear fruit. Soon both his lovers would be in his bed at once, and he would have everything he desired: power, pleasure, and his cousins driven to a sickening new low.

#silm #silmarillion #silm fic #curufin #finrod #curufinrod #tyelcurufinrod #kincest #trans tolkien #trans curufin #celebrimbor curufinrodion #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #corruption #kinktober #foxindarkness #ot3 prompts

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annoyinglandmagazine · 9 months

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So I’m just gonna say it. Finwe had 15 grandchildren and only two of them are female? Statistically it’s possible but come on, the odds are staggering. The Doylist explanation of this of course is good old fashioned gender roles, the Finweans were all extremely important and powerful, also mostly warriors and leaders, so Tolkien probably didn’t want to write too many of them as women. You know, he wanted these to be main characters. Tolkien doesn’t really seem to want to write many women at all which is a pity because the ones he did write were amazing.

The Watsonian explanation however is a lot more fun. Because I tend to believe that in universe a lot of them were actually female and a few transmasc as well and that some mortal historians along the line took one look at their story and thought ‘well this was clearly a warrior so they must be male,’ and they don’t really question it too much because Elvish names? Really androgynous (Maedhros? Caranthir? Laurefindel?!). So all of a sudden people are reading about the seven sons of Feanor and High King Fingon. And they read about trans and genderqueer elves and they can’t figure out the pronouns but then they read about them leading people into battle and they immediately go ‘oh, ok this one’s male too, I was confused for a bit.’ Ironically this is really affirming for the transmascs.

So it actually was a pretty even distribution of AMAB and AFAB grandchildren of Finwe but they all gradually got turned into guys by history. The ‘sons’ of Feanor too, I mean seriously who has seven sons and no daughters. Also in what universe are Maglor, Curufin and Caranthir cis men? Not mine. Finrod is genderqueer (oh wait, that’s just canon). Maedhros and Fingon were gnc lesbians.

#silmarillion #tolkien #Shitpost #finweans #finwean family drama #Genderbending #genderqueer #lesbian #sons of feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #Galadriel #aredhel #caranthir #curufin #trans #finrod #fingon

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lordgrimwing · 2 months

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In Town #03

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

“Hello, Laurë,” Maryann said, seeing the barefooted child holding one of her little brother’s hands as they looked at the tins of hard candies kept behind a glass display case in the general store.

The girl glanced over at her and turned away without answering, hunching her shoulders like she didn’t want to be noticed. She appeared as dirty and boyish as ever, wearing a patched pair of pants and an old linen shirt that Maryann was sure she’d seen the oldest child in when he was her size.

The town school teacher sighed. She felt disappointed, seeing yet another daughter in the community saddled with chores and childcare at the expense of an education and the chance to find more in life than a husband to care for and more children. There was very little she could do about it, though.

Laurë’s family lived in the mountains. From what people said in town, the family lived there for several generations as active members of the community, and it wasn’t until the last ten years or so after most of them moved away that the remaining members became more reclusive. The father was a suspicious man and rumor had it he was mad as a child and probably still was. He cared not one whit about any social pressure Maryann exerted over the continued absence of his children from the schoolhouse. The mother, a strong woman named Nerdanel, was something of a folk-healer who could be convinced to help when a doctor proved useless or unavailable. She tried speaking with her, suspecting she benefited from some formal education herself and hoped that would make her more open to discussion. However, she was met with a similar stony refusal. By now there was little hope of ever seeing the girl in one of her classes.

“He’s Maglor.”

She started at a voice so close behind her, bringing a hand up to her chest. She turned around and looked up at Laurë’s older brother. Though he couldn’t be older than fifteen, he was already as tall and broad as most grown men in town.

He glared down at her, arms occupied by two heavy burlap bags filled with some kind of drygood the family needed. “Don’t call him that again.”

Who? She didn’t think that was one of the children’s names and she was almost positive the little boy was named Curufin. Did he mean his sister? That didn’t make any sense.

“My apologies,” She said, noticing how his hands gripped the sacs, knuckles turning white. Stepping back to disengage from whatever was going on, she bid a hasty farewell and walked away, heading to the clerk to make her purchases.

#maryann could have her own oldtimey tv show #or maybe a camio on something like bananza!#she means well #but maedhros' about to snap #maedhrosmaglorweek #day 3: himring and the gap #tw misgendering #trans masc maglor #maglor #maedhros #curufin #the silmarillion #old gods au #grimwing writes

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twofoursixohjuan · 1 year

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so...

feel free to elaborate in tags!

#polls #the silmarillion #silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amras #amrod #celebrimbor #trans #sons of feanor #celegorm all the way for me i love the vibes but i wanna know people's headcanons

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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😳 Sic vita est 😳

-> NOW LIVE on Ao3

Artist : @maglorslostsilmaril (Ao3 : until_the_stars_are_all_alight)

Author : @i-did-not-mean-to (Ao3 : I_did_not_mean_to)

Art -> 🖼 here 🖼 (slide number 148)

Rating: Art : G | Fic: T

Warnings: No warnings apply

Additional tags: Family Feels, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Genderbending, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, power lesbians, Established Relationship, Mishaps, Cake, Comfort, Humour, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Non-Canon Relationship, Not Canon Compliant, All the babies in one fic, No Lesbians Die, gender-fluid Maglor, female Fëanorians, Love, Non-binary character, Trans Character, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Cousin Incest, Good Dad Fëanor

Word Count: 22 853

Summary : Slices of (odd) life. What if Fëanor had had 7 daughters instead of 7 sons? Humorous, often ludicrous, and, at times, heartfelt moments between the characters we know and love and the people bound to their fate…for better or for worse.

There will be a lot of cake, quite a bit of water, shenanigans and confessions of love, a wedding, and a few minor injuries.

Join @maglorslostsilmaril and me on a short trip through an AU where all is well that ends well, and end well it shall…

@tolkienrsb

This collaboration is part of the TRSB 2022!

(Lots of love from me. Be kind. Be generous. Spread love. 💕 Heed the additional tags. Only love, no hate!)

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the-quiet-fire-of-defiance · 2 years

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A (Belated) Entry for @aspecardaweek Day 4 Prompt ‘World-Building’: My Thoughts on Noldorin Terminology

Imagine: Noldor with the absolutely wildest linguistic traditions around queerness.

On one hand, I’m basing this on the idea that this is a society without heteronormativity or cisnormativity. The fact that there's no divisions or attitudes attached to sexuality means that there's less of a social drive / desire for labelling, because it’s simply not important. It’s almost like having a word for being attracted to brown-haired people. Why would you? Some people are, some people aren’t, some people are attracted to people of all hair colours, some people are mostly attracted to blondes but occasionally fancy a brunette. It’s a fact of life, and why would you sort people into categories based on that? It would be weird as fuck.

On the other hand; they’re Noldor. They take linguistics seriously.

Noldor simultaneously:

Don't put much importance on categorising people based on what gender they’re attracted to

Often have hyperspecific labels for themselves that they create and define on an individual basis, made of a portmanteau of other words to describe their own unique experience.

You know how people make jokes about German because you can basically make your own compound words by putting a whole lot of smaller words together? Eg:

Käsesalamipizzaabhängigkeit (cheese + pepperoni + pizza + dependence = cheese and pepperoni pizza addiction)

Noldorin terms for sexuality & gender do exactly the same thing. You find the exact words that you want to include in your self description and smoosh them all together into one word.

No one loves pedantic linguistics more than Noldor. You choose your own unique label that describes your experience exactly how you want to. Everybody knows the root words, so they know what you mean when you put the ones you want together. There’s no rules except linguistic ones.

It’s the same for gender! While a large proportion of Noldor society in both Valinor and Beleriand would identify with the terms neri or nissi (often translated as ‘elf man’ and ‘elf woman’), these are seen mainly as umbrella labels. Most Noldor would put their own qualifiers on it, like “vaguely a ner most of the time but sometimes not and I bake lembas* but only when I’m not a ner”.

*(which is traditionally the role of nissi)

There are two parts to most Noldorin attraction descriptors. The first part is about the kind of people you’re attracted to, and often but not always includes gender preference. It can be all sorts of traits, though, not just gender. The second and much more important part is about the patterns of attraction/desire that you feel. So there’s a lot of Quenya terms similar to aspec microlabels (demisexual/romantic, cupiosexual/romantic, etc), terms for “I used to feel attraction but don’t anymore”, and every kind of microlabel you could possibly imagine. That then often gets broken down into sexual, romantic, aesthetic attraction, etc, etc, etc...

In some ways it’s efficient to get all of that information across at once, and never have to explain terms or go searching to find one that fits you. You just create it. At the same time, it’s a needlessly pedantic process that creates ludicrously long words that only one person will ever use. But it’s absolutely perfect for them. It’s chaotic, and ridiculous, and wonderful.

Most elves identify as the elf equivalent of aspec for at least some period in their lives. Your experiences of sexuality and romance tend to be pretty fluid when you live forever. It’s very common for elves to experience a prolonged period of reduced or absent attraction and desire at some point. This can last anywhere between a few yeni to literal Ages of the world, and sometimes it never comes back. But of course, there are also elves who have always identified as aspec.

Some famous aspec elves include:

Maedhros: caedsexual and caedromantic after his captivity

Findis: aromantic lesbian

Curufin: recipromantic sex-repulsed asexual

Gil-galad: homoromantic/aroflux grey-asexual

Cirdan: non-partnering aroace

Thingol: alloromantic asexual

Finally, there is one very short term that is common across all groups of elves, from Avari to Calaquendi. It means;

“I am [spouse’s name]sexual/romantic.”

#aspecardaweek #silmarillion #maedhros #findis #curufin #gil-galad #cirdan #thingol #trans tolkien

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welcometolotr · 2 years

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more quick TFO doodles :) turgon & elenwë and curufin & erion (transcription below cut)

@arofili idk if you remember the conversation we had about erion wearing that set of clothes but I did and i KEEP MY WORD

erion: this one could have sworn that you said you were getting ready for bed...about six hours ago?

curufin: I will go to sleep once I FIGURE. THIS. OUT.

#turgon #elenwe #curufin #erion #tommy b #the first oath #art of fic #t&e are trans yes #curufin meanwhile is dealing with hormone changes in early pregnancy

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echo-bleu · 7 months

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Day 14: Curufin for @ela-draws's wonderful DTIYS.

I absolutely love the outfit she drew him in so I had to redraw that!

Rambling under cut, ID in alt.

I wanted to make him my own design, of course, but it's always hard to get the family resemblance right. I've done Celebrimbor here, Fëanor in profile here, and Curufin and Fëanor as statues here, where Curufin is more buff (and they're less detailed, of course). I think he was pretty buff in the late Aman years from making weapons so much, then the first Beleriand times were pretty lean (how do you get a whole economy going in the dark, when you've never done anything like that?) so he lost weight.

This one above is sometime in the early Beleriand years after the rising of the sun. Fëanor was always leaner and Celebrimbor has a similar body type as his father (though i headcanon him as trans), but privations while he was still a teen/early adult mean that he was thinner, and then later in Eregion, when there was actual peace and he was freer, he filled out more.

Face-wise... Well, that's always a struggle for me because I'm super face blind. But I try. I'll let you decide.

#curufin #dtiys #curufinwe #silmarillion #tolkien #beautiful art #echo's drawings #digital art #echo's october 2023

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imakemywings · 7 months

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do you have any good female fics to rec?

DO I. LOL. Putting this immediately under a cut because there are a lot! There are so many talented writers in this fandom who do ENORMOUS justice to female characters, both original and book-based. Couple of blog recs at the bottom too!

(I'm assuming this is asking for Tolkien fanfic since that's mostly what I'm on about these days, but if you'd rather see Mass Effect or Dragon Age I can do that too.)

I'm glad you asked! φ(*￣0￣)

I'm going to keep all of these to 1 rec per author just so we don't get totally out of control here.

Forging Gold by @swanmaids ft. Curufin's wife, Dwarf OCs. Heather is an amazing source of female character fic in this fandom; she has well-developed OCs for all of Feanor's daughters-in-law and treats canon female characters with such care and love. Absolutely recommend checking out the rest of her stuff!

Prick a Finger, Cut Your Hand by @welcomingdisaster ft. Indis, Miriel. A really great look at the dynamic between these two. Lena has lots of other good takes on female Tolkien characters too!

Friendship and Stern Demand by @polutrope ft. Elwing. Fantastic exploration of what the communications between Elwing and Maedhros might have looked like!

Untitled by @outofangband ft. Aerin, Morwen. Nelyo focuses a lot on the human characters so if you want to read more about what the mortal women went through in the First Age, definitely browse through their blog!

Abide, Abound by Elleth ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Elleth also has lots of works centering on female Tolkien characters.

And by their blazing signify that a great princess falls, but doth not die by TheLionInMyBed ft. Elwing. One of my favorite takes on Elwing's suicide.

Keeper of Kings by batshape ft. Lalwen. What did Lalwen get up to in Middle-earth? Seeing a lot of people die, for one thing.

Into the Heart of a Fey Thing by @amethysttribble ft. Aredhel, Galadriel, Luthien. Fun "behind-the-scenes" look at some adventures with these three!

A Fish Hook, an Open Eye by simaetha ft. Elwing, f!Maglor. Fascinating AU take on a meeting between Elwing and Maglor prior to the Third Kinslaying.

The Sleep of Flowers by Innin ft. Galadriel, Melian. Very beautiful scene, and plenty of other female-centric works by Innin!

Light Words About Nothing by Margo_Kim ft. Dis, Belladonna. I ship it.

Elwing's Strategy by lifeisyetfair ft. Elwing. Another great take on Elwing at the Third Kinslaying.

Out of Dreams, Into the Sun by solanaceae ft. Miriel, Indis.

Games and Fantasy by Genesis_Grey ft. Arwen, Eowyn. Ohh it captures that chivalric WLW so well.

Over the Unclear Eyes of Memory by Loriand_Lost ft. Anaire, Aredhel. Addresses Anaire's complicated feelings about Fingolfin's return to Valinor. This author also has a number of other great female-centric fics, highly recommend!

The Carriage Held but Just Ourselves by @starspray ft. Luthien, Elwing, Arwen. Amazing look at the line of Thingol's relationship with death. This author also has a whole series on Lalwen and an OFC!

Before the Breath of Storm by tinnurin ft. Dis, Dwarf OC. "Behind-the-scenes" look at the Dwarves before the battle of Azanulbizar.

This Now, This Us by crownlessliestheking ft. Indis, Miriel. Indis and Miriel talk after Miriel's return to Valinor.

The Tapestry by Zdenka ft. Thedowyn, Miriel. The ghost of Miriel Serinde offers some aid. This author also has a lot of female-centric works!

Not Undevoted by SatiricalDraperies ft. Galadriel, Melian.

Winter Sea by Tallulah ft. Finduilas, OFC. Finduilas had a girlfriend in the Falas. Another author with a great selection of female-centric works.

The Hunt by @cuarthol ft. Amarie. Amarie is trans and closeted in Valinor, but Finrod understands.

Come Home to Chaos (Get a Crush on a Queen) by ncfan ft. Arwen, Firiel. When Firiel of Gondor takes refuge in Rivendell, Arwen takes an interest.

Do I Hurt to Hold? by Anonymous ft. Galadriel, Melian. A darker look at their relationship.

That Time Elanor Gardner Had A Crush On Her Employer by Anonymous ft. Arwen, Elanor.

All My Shadows Fade by amyfortuna ft. Arwen, OFC. Unsent letter from a female friend of Arwen's as her wedding to Aragorn approaches. This author is also a good one to look at for more female-centric fic!

Orlaya by yeaka ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Cute!

Of All the Stars, the Fairest by whatiwouldnotgive ft. Arwen, Eowyn.

Or They Would Go On Aching Still by Farasha ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Oh, the grief!

Berrypicking Time by swamp_diamonds ft. Finduilas, Nienor.

Things They Don't Talk About by eris_of_imladris ft. Findis. Findis and Feanor have a complicated relationship.

Easily Sever What Never was One by vauquelin ft. Haleth. If you like Halenthir at all as a ship, you'll like this.

The One With All The Birds by clothono ft. Elwing, Nerdanel. I've said it before I'll say it again--my favorite Elwing fic.

Greensleeves by bravelittlscrib ft. Nerdanel. Little scenes of Nerdanel's life and her relationships.

Emerie by the_artifice_of_eternity ft. Erendis, Ancalime. Ancalime's last visit with her mother before taking the throne.

In the Family by arriviste ft. Celebrian, Galadriel.

At the Water's Edge by crackinthecup ft. Elwing, Idril.

And that's what I've got for you right now, I hope that helps! I would also advise checking out the blogs @tolkien-heroines and @sapphictolkien both of which focus on female characters in Tolkien's work. Happy reading, anon! ♪(^∇^*)

#asks #anonymous #mine

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Fëanáro and his sons-(and daughter) in-law.

X : Rank your children's spouses or partners from one to ten.

Fëanor : ...

Fëanor : I've been waiting for this moment since Maitamo was in diapers!

Fëanor : Findekáno is an eight. He was the first one and I really came to see the fact that he and Maitamo would get married when they had the chance. He is quite nice though because of him I have to see Ñolofinwë's face on weekends at the family dinner. Other than that, it's stranger not to see him at home, I got used to having him there, he's good company.

Fëanor : the first time I met Makalaurë's wife she punched me in the jaw. She is sassy and not afraid to express her displeasure with anyone plus Dae is really very talented, she is also the only person who can manage to shut Káno up, she sings too well, a ten, she is my favorite.

Fëanor : Tyelko was always a free fëa, that's why I didn't expect him to settle down, not even with Irissë and even less with Oromë. That's why Dior was a strange surprise, I don't really know the history of those two and I haven't dealt much with him, he's usually serious, and I don't blame him for that. A seven.

Fëanor : Turukáno reminds me too much of Ñolofinwë; he openly hates me and I respect him for that; but he also makes Moryo smile more often than usual, his mood changes when he's around his husband. Besides they have been together for too long, they never told anyone but Aracáno and I suspected it. He is an eight.

Fëanor : I'm not sure if Findaráto counts, he and Curufinwë have been divorced for a long time, however they also kiss a closet when they think no one sees them. He and Curufin made me grandfather, although at the time there was yelling and a couple of broken things, he took responsibility, and like Findekáno his company is pleasant. He's a solid nine, plus Arafinwë is easier to stand than Ñolo.

Fëanor : Pityo has no husband, wife or partner; unless it's secret, I can't score this time.

Fëanor : Telvo on the other hand, well. He leaves Artaresto and Arakáno, the son, I mean. I must say that the three of them are really adorable, if somewhat disastrous, you don't want to know what an argument between them is. Frankly they are the healthiest polyamory I've seen in a long time. Both Arteresto and Arakáno are a nine.

Plus : Telperinquar's husband.

Fëanor : Annatar is an annoying little shit, I am offended that you think I accept him, if it were not for Tyelpe I would throw him into the void with his ex-husband.

Notes :

Daeron is trans, she is an elleth. When he and Maglor met, the son of Fëanor fell in love with her, he proposed to her a few days after they met for the first time. A hundred years pass before she accepts him, they marry with only trees as a witness, they drifted apart after Doriath.

She was upset for a long time, with her husband and her brothers-in-law.

They meet in Imladris, Elrond is the one who brings them together (he locks them in a room until they talk) Maglor apologizes and she accepts them even though she knows it will take time to heal. Finally, they sail to Valinor accompanying Elladan and Elrohir. Regarding her name, he doesn't really mind Daeron. But her family in-laws call her Dae, Maglor nicknamed her that when he met her, this with her permission.

Amrod has no interest in anyone, he is very tired of everyone.

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I still taste the past - Chapter 8

Masterlist - Also on AO3

The other smiths and stonemasons watched the two of them like the most interesting duel they had ever seen.

Findaràto sighed and gritted his teeth "If we decide on the columns with the leaves we'll have the better aesthetics and the vanyarin influences would further our friendship," if the workers were asked there was a rather odd emphasis on the last word "for the next festival."

Curufin scoffed "The leaves design is an eyesore and the structure is unstable and completely unsuited for our purpose, which the vanya would understand if they could pay attention to anything past their own noses."

Findaràto opened and closed his hands, taking deep breaths as he tried to not scream his next argument, the workers had never seen him this way before this project "We already have plenty of perfect utilitarian columns around Tirion, if we want for this to be a success you need to be open to different approaches."

"With the leaves design there is no reason for my or my smiths presence past the structural phase, which you will desperately need," Curufin replied "It is an insult to our skills to pick the option that would render us useless."

"Look who's not looking past their nose now" Findaràto grumbled quietly.

"Anything you want to share?"

"Besides the fact that you are worse than a mule?"

"Very well then, you win Findaràto, we will go with the leaves design as you wish," Curufin got up and gave him a faux smile "And when we're done with the structural measures I will be returning to Formenos as I should."

The workers thought that was fantastic idea.

Curufin tried to leave but Findaràto followed right behind him, steps echoing in the corridor, their workers staring from the open doors.

"Come back here, Curufinwë!" he screamed, every semblance of politeness gone "Stop being an obstinate ass! We are not done discussing this!"

"Ass, mule, any more animals to creatively call me?"

The workers were of the opinion that prince Findaràto was in the right, from the start of the project any could see that prince Curufinwë was resolute in his objective of obstructing any decision from the other prince. Findaràto wanted one type of stone? Curufinwë disagreed until it became a screaming match. Findaràto wanted one color? Curufinwë disagreed and everyone feared it would become a fist fight. And now the prince was fixated on the minor detail of the column design before storming off.

For a long time they had discussed what had motivated that particular rivalry, alas, their curiosity would not be sated as the two disappeared into the family side of the palace.

Findaràto sighed again once they were safely in Curufin's bedroom "I'm tired of fighting, Atarinkë."

Curufin didn't spare him a look "And you think I'm not?"

"If this is about Amarië again-"

This time Curufin did glare at him "You know exactly how I feel and still invited her."

Finrod groaned "I know that," he said gesticulating for emphasis "I. know. But Tyelkormo had already invited Irìsse and-"

"Oh, I thought you were just made of friends!"

Findaràto stared at him unimpressed "I tried, Atarinkë, I tried! Everyone already had plans, it's not like you are any different!"

"Ah, yes, because Astalalmë is the same thing." Curufin rolled his eyes.

"You used to have a crush on her, Amarië is just a friend, I think I should be the one throwing the tantrum here."

He sighed, it was something he did a lot lately, but trying to bring Curufin closer was like hugging a marble column, cold and stiff.

"Please, just give me a few hours, Atarinkë" Findaràto asked him "A few minutes of just us, no petty squabbles, please."

Curufin nodded but they still felt more distant than ever. He couldn't understand why Findaràto was so blind, from the moment of their introduction to now he had observed Amarië and it was clear it was not friendship she hoped to receive from the prince.

"They look very suitable, would you agree?" Astalalmë asked him.

As he had predicted, Amarië and Findaràto were the talk of the party, to everyone this invitation was the sign of future good news, after all, it was after one such party that Turukàno and Elenwë had finally announced their betrothal, so why would it not be so for his closest friend Findaràto?

"You look tired," Astalalmë commented.

Of course no one would say that of Amarië, there had been nothing but praise for the vanya and several approving comments on prince Findaràto choice of partner although the most used word had rather been bride. And how were they not to confuse the two when Findaràto would oh so gently twirl her around in dance, not one unhappy moment to be found.

"Curufinwë!"

Curufin finally looked at Astalalmë and felt guilty, he really had not planned on ignoring her for most of the party, but he'd spent the entire time before arriving being sick and seeing Findaràto and Amarië so perfect in every way was making the bile rise again, it was really taking everything in him not to puke.

"I'm sorry, please, have fun without me," he bowed and he heard her sigh in disappointment "I will fetch a drink, do you want anything?"

Astalalmë glared at him and just gave him a curt no before leaving, Curufin knew she would not return even if he asked her to. It would be better if he left as well.

He dodged elbows and stepped on some feet, finally making his way to the beverage table where the assortment of mostly alcohols stood beautifully decorated. Curufin groaned and went around in search of water.

"You know people are talking right? I thought that was why you insisted on secrecy?"

Curufin didn't answer, picking instead a pink liqueur in front of him.

Findaràto took a deep breath "Why can't you just dance with me, is any of this truly worth it for you?"

Nothing.

"Curufinwë, is any part of us worth it to you?"

"Oops."

Findaràto closed his eyes, forcing himself to find anything inside of him to calm down and not make a massive scene in front of everyone, even as he felt the cold of the drink Curufin had thrown at him, not even pretending it had been a mistake.

People closest to the table had stopped their dancing to stare at them, and talked, hushed voices trying to understand what happened, Curufin gave him a practiced bow and uncaring of the eyes on him, left the ballroom.

Curufin thought he could escape, if he could just get where none of the gossip court would deem worth following, if he could only be left alone, but he should've known Findaràto wouldn't just leave him be so easily.

"You are a coward, Curufinwë!" the blond screamed at him "Can't you just look at me as you keep throwing me away! Am I not worth more than your contempt?"

"Leave me be!" Curufin cried, looking around to see if there was anyone watching them.

"I'm not leaving!" Findaràto said, voice rough "What have I done now? What is not enough, Curufinwë?"

Nothing, he wanted to reply, You are the most perfect thing that has happened to me and I don't want to lose you.

"She is in love with you, you blind fool," he replied instead, tears falling on the grass "When will you realize?".

"But I'm not in love with her!" Findaràto screamed, finally reaching Curufin "I don't want Amarië, I want you, I want to be with you but you're making it so difficult to love you."

"Then maybe you shouldn't!"

Findaràto shook his head "You can't be serious."

Through the tears, red eyes glaring, Curufin, however, continued "I release you, Ingoldo"

"Curufinwë, please."

Curufin screamed and shook Findaràto's arms away from him "I release you, Ingoldo, and be glad that no deeper bond existed between us now."

"How can I be glad when you're leaving me?!"

Findaràto stood there, not knowing what to do or how to fix things, he just watched as Curufin ran away, all his dreams, all he thought they had, castles of fantasy falling as his lover was more and more a dark silhouette under Telperion's light, until there was nothing left and he could see Curufin no longer.

"Atarinkë?"

#silm fic #my writing #curufinrod #curufin #finrod #finrod felagund #the silmarillion #silmarillion #feanorians #silm #trans curufin #not really explored tho #dysfunctional to functional #curufin/finrod #finrod/curufin #tolkien

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arofili · 2 years

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Inner Brilliance

Finrod appreciates the many beauties of Curufin's body.

For Kinktober Day 15: Mirror Sex, and for anon’s Curufinrod breeding kink request on the @silmkinkmeme!

Rating: E | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Curufin/Finrod Characters: Finrod, trans!Curufin Word count: 1.3k

READ IT ON AO3!

#silm #silmarillion #silmkinkmeme #curufin #finrod #curufinrod #kinktober #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #inner brilliance #trans tolkien #trans curufin

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annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

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Gil Galad as a the Child of Fingon and trans Maedhros Headcanons pt 1

Maedhros calls all his brothers, except the Ambarussa who were staying with Finrod, to Himring and gets everyone else to leave them alone in the war room. At this point his brothers are really concerned that there is a serious military matter that not even their generals can know about and very anxious about what Maedhros is going to say.

Maedhros informs them that there is a serious diplomatic situation that has the potential to become absolute political carnage. Now everyone is really confused because weren’t Celegorm and Curufin far away from everyone important right now? Surely Maedhros has not caused a scandal. He’s the most diplomatic person alive. Then he tells them he’s pregnant.

Everyone takes a few minutes to register, not quite believing what they heard. Then Maglor asked the question that probably should have occurred to them all by now. ‘With who’s child’. If it was possible for the room to get more silent it did. All the brothers were incredibly uncomfortable with the realisation that one did not just conceive a child by themselves having never had any desire to think of their eldest brother in that sort of context.

Maedhros refuses to meet their eyes which is perhaps even more disconcerting. ‘Well that’s the diplomatic disaster part’. Celegorm privately thought the idea of the unmarried, military leader of most of the Noldor getting themselves knocked up without explanation was scandal enough but for once decided not to voice this. ‘It’s Findekáno’s’. The only thing Curvo could get out of his mouth was ‘What the fuck Nelyo.’ Celegorm stated ‘ Yep, we’re fucking screwed” and left it at that. Caranthir seemed to share this belief.

“So you’re telling me that right now you, the former high king of the Noldor and leader of the house of Feanor, are carrying the child of the eldest son of Nolofinwe, our current high king, and the heir to the throne. This could destroy our relationship with the Nolofinwëans and our own supporters alike! The sheer level of scandal this would be is unimaginable! This could absolutely destroy us altogether and send the entire family into political ruin!” Moryo proceeds to yell for a awhile.

#To be honest I feel like Gil galad being russingons kid is a really interesting concept and I’d love to play around with it a bit more #silmarillion #maedhros #trans maedhros #russingon #caranthir #maglor #celegorm #curufin #gil galad

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