SINDAR WEEK
A Tolkien event week for the Sindar, the Grey-Elves, from the Years of the Trees to the Third Age and beyond.
Dates for 2024: September 4th-10th
[Special thanks to arofili for their very helpful guide on making an event week]
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Just a little sketch of Beren and Luthien sharing a hidden kiss! I wasn't sure what to do for the background so I just gave up on it loll But I still love these two very much :'''D
Also, I've been posting my "not appropriate for eyeballs" Beren/Luthien art on AO3, so if y'all are interested, feel free to check it out! It includes a bunch of melons, peaches, and a side helping of eggplants; and it's my first foray into the super spicy art stuff, so I appreciate the support! loll ^^;;
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Charcoal drawing of Elwing.
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evranin - daeron - elwë - galadhon - lúthien
art for the first oath, as per usz
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". . .Lúthien was the most beautiful of all the Children of Ilúvatar. Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of Beren and Lúthien" "Then Dior arose, and about his neck he clasped the Nauglamir, and now he appeared as the fairest of all the children of the world, of threefold race: of the Edain, and of the Eldar, and of the Maiar of the Blessed Realm." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of the Ruin of Doriath" "For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Eärendil her beloved." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath"
@halfelvenweek day 1 ⇢ doriathrim || THE LINE OF LÚTHIEN
[ID: a picspam comprised of 18 images, separated into three sets. The first set is purple, the second is green, and the third is brown. All have black accenting.
1: A branch of white and purple blossoms / 2: Valentine Alvarez, an indigenous mexican model with brown skin and long black hair. They are looking at the viewer with a serious expression, wearing dangling earrings that reach their shoulders and a purple shirt / 3: Purple crystals / 4: Tall dark and light purple text reads "lúthien" in all caps on a black background / 5: A small bird perched on a rock. It is silhouetted against the dark sky and its head is framed by a circle of purple light / 6: A night sky filled with stars and glowing dust, framed by tree branches / 7: Philip Bread, a kiowa/comanche/blackfoot model with brown skin and long black hair. He is shown slightly from below against a green background, looking at the viewer with a serious expression / 8: Green light filtering into a cave / 9: Same format as Image 4, but the text is green and reads "dior" / 10: A spiderweb among mossy rocks, glistening with dew / 11: A painting of a person dressed in elaborate green robes / 12: The figure of a person silhouetted beneath a spotlight / 13: The mist of a waterfall falling among brown rocks / 14: Zentyatze Echeverria, a oaxacan model with brown skin and dark hair. She is a white dress and a large wreath of corn husks, and looking down / 15: Two brown pelicans on water / 16: Same format as Images 4 and 9, but the text is brown and reads "elwing" / 17: A black and white image of a person underwater / 18: An ornate room with columns and wall tiling //End ID]
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Death of Celegorm
We are not going to talk about how long this took... anyway I´m actually surprisingly happy about it :)
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I will try to pass this to digital later 🖐
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Arwen for @thelien-art's DTIYS, because I've always wanted to do one of these and I love Arwen!
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Content Label: Mature
Written for Day 1 - tentacles of @silmsmutweek
Rating E
Characters: Elu Thingol/Melian
Summary: Elu Thingol and Melian and autumn under the stars.
Warnings for: explicit sex, tentacles, tentacle sex, a very creepy Melian (all is consensual, but there is an argument for how sane this is...)
Content Label: Mature
The author has indicated this post may contain content that may not be suitable for all audiences.
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Content Label: Mature: Sexual Themes
Playing my favorite game "Put that Ginger In A Situation"
Today's ginger is Amrod, and the situation is "between Beren and Luthien."
A day late but here's day four of @silmsmutweek
Content Label: Mature
Sexual themes
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Day three of @silmsmutweek, I decided to have some fun with "In-universe erotica" featuring Elladan and Elrohir. 230 words, content includes twin brothers exercising their right to annoy the fuck out of each other and a couple lines of questionable-quality Glorthelion erotica
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@silmsmutweek day 4: woodlands
Curufin gets the opportunity to have some revenge on Eöl. He thoroughly enjoys it.
Curufin/Eöl, E, 1.4k, No Archive Warnings Apply
Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, unsuitable use of forge instruments, object insertion
“Curufin.”
The door to the workshop rattled the shelves as Eöl threw it open. Curvo spun around, hammer in hand, braced for - well, he did not know what he was expecting, but it was something. It was not this.
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Summary:
Maeglin and Celebrimbor have a little Noldor-Sindar cultural exchange and do each other's hair, and then do each other.
For @silmsmutweek, Day 2, Prompts used: Cross-cultural relationships, Seduction (maybe?)
Snippet:
Maeglin trailed the tips of his fingers over the braids adorning his hair as he studied his reflection in the vanity's mirror. He could feel several floral shaped clips securing the smaller weaves to his scalp, though he'd have to ask Celebrimbor what kind of flowers he had seen fit to craft for him. There were also various beads of gold, mithril and onyx placed in his hair, some of which he could discern the significance of based on what little he knew of dwarven custom. Finally, he could see a braid on each side framing his face decorated with silver ribbons that shone against the deep black of his hair.
The elf in the mirror looked like a Noldorin prince through and through.
Maeglin's gaze caught on Celebrimbor standing behind that prince, watching him with a fond smile and a soft flush blooming on his cheeks.
"What do you think?" Celebrimbor asked, tucking a loose-hanging beaded braid behind his cousin's sharp pointed ear.
It wasn't only Maeglin's glance that was sharp. From the shape of his chin to the point of his nose, and in his lean muscles and tall, gangly physique with the hard set of his shoulders and lethal elbows, everything about Maeglin was sharper than that of other elves. The hairstyle Celebrimbor had meticulously created for him did not shy away from his sharpness; with his hair pulled back like so all of his face was revealed, chiselled cheekbones and almond cut eyes that would usually hide behind a curtain of dark locks.
"I look..." he began, contemplating his reflection.
And yet, something about having his face so openly on display, it made Maeglin appear approachable, more...
"...vulnerable."
Celebrimbor bit his lip. Usually, Maeglin could easily discern the emotion behind such a gesture, but perhaps with his distraction with his own reflection, it eluded him this time. Lust or guilt, it seemed to blend together in front of his eyes.
"You need not wear it outside for all the city to see," the Fëanorian said, stepping close enough that Maeglin could feel the heat of his body against his back. A work roughened hand cupped a sharp cut jaw, and Maeglin's pulse picked up under the warm touch.
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fern and moss and root and blossom
daeron/maglor / ao3. for @silmsmutweek.
many thanks to @welcomingdisaster for sharing their enthusiasm and betaing expertise <3
Daeron’s long exile had turned him into a strange creature. So closely aligned to the Music that he could quiet down the voice of the wind in the trees with a sweet phrase and the turn of his wrist, quiet the sound of the surf with the might of his minstrelsy. Maglor, it had become swiftly apparent when they met once more, found it entirely disarming to be disarmed.
“Ai,” Maglor said, mighty voice trembling with a sharp thrill of fear, pulling with his blackened hands at the ivy and vines that were Daeron’s grip, Daeron’s conquering claim. “Have pity, minstrel. Not all of us bear our horrors so conveniently arrayed.”
His nostrils flared - there was nothing feigned about the shuddering of his voice.
“That is not a very charming entreaty at all, with no poetry to be gleaned in it. Do you know, I do not think I shall,” Daeron said mildly, and felt the taste of blood in the air a moment before Maglor bit his cheek not to laugh.
Bound with his back to a great elm, Maglor tugged at the chains of ivy that curled around him and held him down. Daeron felt the swift galloping of his heart as closely as if he had pressed a palm against his back.
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He looks down to find his ankle ensnared by a blue-black tentacle, thick and glistening in the morning sun. It occurs to Elrond that he may yet be dreaming. Or perhaps this is the beginning of a nightmare. Yet the creature does not seem noxious, at least from observation of this solitary limb. In fact the tentacle is rather comely, shiny like polished stone yet lip-soft as it insinuates his knee, his thigh, pressing at once a dozen kisses with its suckers. And though novel in expression, the kisses feel familiar in import, tender and ravishing.
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celrond tentacles because they deserve it 😌 E, 1200 words
thank you @silmsmutweek!!!
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Content Label: Mature: Sexual Themes
Made For Each Other
I know, I know, I'm mightily late for Day 3, but this is my contribution to @silmsmutweek this year, following the 'established relationships' prompt.
He is hers. Wholly hers, as she is his. The flickering firelight caresses his body, makes his silver hair gleam, and oh, there cannot be a more beautiful sight, at least not to Melian. Her eyes feast on him as he sits with his back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches her raptly, yet also -Melian laughs- nervously, almost shyly. How can that elf still feel insecure after millennia of marriage? But he is, and if anything, Melian finds it endearing.
Teasingly, she lets her hand wander up his thigh until she reaches his sex, until his balls lie in her hand. He leans back his head and moans, sending cosy shivers down her spine. Oh, she loves seeing him so.
She knows how uncomfortable she makes him with bidding him sit like this, with his own lust so obviously on display, knows he is more comfortable snuggled under blankets, but that cannot be helped tonight. Her king he might be, but tonight, he is solely at her service, or so he has told her when first her hands had crept into his braies. And just now, he can do her no greater service than by letting her watch him.
His hands caress her, nimble fingers wandering over her neck and collarbone down to her breast, making her exhale with a shudder. He teases her nipple with one finger, then lets his right hand wander down a little, his left still busy with her breasts. He knows her spots, knows in which angle to slink his fingers between her legs.
Warmth spreads through her body like the vines of some forest plant that grew from the place his fingers touched her flesh.
This is so good. So so good.
“Wait!”
She pulls herself together, forces herself to come back again to the now.
“What can I do for you?” he asks huskily even as she leans over to kiss him deeply.
Even she does not know what the words are supposed to mean that she mumbles into this kiss, and nor does it matter. They both know the other’s movements almost before they know their own, and the next moment, Melian sits astride him, lowering herself onto his cock, ignoring his soft cry. The moment of their union is always one of deepest satisfaction to her, to feel him fill her perfectly, as they fit each other perfectly, like they are made for each other.
Well, strictly speaking they are literally made for each other, but Melian has no time for such thoughts just now. His hands on her back steady her, support her as she finds her rhythm. Oh, she is close, so close.
He bends his body around her, letting his tongue continue what his fingers had started and she buries her fingers in his silky hair.
It is his soft bite to her nipple that pushes her over the edge and into an orgasm that shakes her very being, that makes her hands clench in his hair.
“Melian. Oh beloved…” he moans as her climax makes her flesh clench around his shaft, bringing her as much satisfaction as him. He truly fits her perfectly.
Long gone are the days where they sought to reach the heights of their pleasure together, to loose themselves wholly in each other. This belonged to newlyweds, to the innocence of inexperience. This way may sound less romantic, but in reality brought them both so much more pleasure.
She knows that he cannot hold out any longer, so she lets go of his hair, to cup her hands around his face instead, to force him to look her into the eyes. He is silent as he reaches his climax, as he so often is. But she knows the look in the depths of his starry eyes that speaks of pleasure beyond any sound, beyond pain or desire. It is this moment when he still lays bare every last bit of his soul to her, more vulnerable than in any other moment. His eyelids flutter shut as he spills his seed deep within her, a feeling she so loves, to feel him pulse within her. It is the most beautiful feeling in the world.
Funny, really, how the other’s orgasm brings them both more pleasure than their own. Or at least no less.
Now it is her time to hold him tight and wait for his ragged breathing to calm itself, and guide him into lying down.
“I love you.” She whispers as they finally lie tucked under their blanket, gently caressing his face all the while.
He does not answer immediately, but pulls her close again into a kiss, a kiss that in truth says more than words ever can.
Nonetheless, he breathes his ‘I love you, too’ into her ear once their lips part. For good measure.
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Sexual themes
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