It stands for Celegorm and Curufin

very late curufin for @cnc-week , i can't believe i've never drawn him before (aside from like. in gartic phone klfjsklfdjl)

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Cruelty

History will call them cruel, but cruelty is not why they did it.

I can't believe I almost forgot to post this piece for @cnc-week! for days 7-8: Relationships, I wrote a bit about Celegorm and his "cruel servants"...

Rating: M | Majord Character Death; Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Celegorm & Servants of Celegorm Characters: Celegorm, Servants of Celegorm, Sons of Fëanor, Dior, Nimloth, Eluréd, Elurín Word count: 488

Summary:

1987: An animatronic accident at a party maims a small child.

2000: Famous inventor Fëanor Finwion dies in a fire at his workshop.

2014: Curufin Fëanorian, along with his brother and son, returns to the site of his father’s death.

Chapter Five snippet:

In a burst of blind terror, Curufin ran. The Coke slid from his hands, spilling all over the ground. Celegorm yelled after him. Curufin didn’t stop. He dashed down the hallway and straight for the main room. Made it inside just in time to see Celebrimbor, standing on his tip toes as he tied a bracelet around the animatronic’s wrist.

“Dad!” Celebrimbor smiled at him, wide and bright and trusting. “You’re awake.”

Curufin said nothing, struggling to catch his breath, his eyes not once leaving Annatar.

“Uncle Tyelko found some beads in one of the other rooms, so Annatar and I decided to make friendship bracelets. We didn’t play hide and seek yet ‘cause I remember you said you wanted to play too. But now that you’re awake we can - ”

He didn’t get a chance to finish talking. Curufin yanked him back. Held him close to his chest.

“Dad?”

Annatar tipped its head to the side, as though confused, then held up a bracelet it held in its own hand, pink and purple plastic beads shiny. Inviting. Beckoning Celebrimbor to come closer.

He would have, if Curufin didn’t have him in an iron grip. “Dad?” Celebrimbor said again, “You’re hurting me.”

“You are not playing with that thing anymore,” said Curufin.

Read the rest here!

Ok last fic I wrote for @cnc-week ! Again for the prompt, Relationships.

Title: Red Silk

Summary: Curufin makes himself pretty for his big brother.

Warnings: Very NSFW, PWP Tyelcurvo incest.

Read it on AO3

Enjoy!

A Better Fate

Aredhel finds some help in an unlikely place.

For Back to Middle-earth Month 2026, Day 14! The prompt I chose for today was from 2015's Spring Faire prompfest, suggested by LJ user broadbeam: Aredhel befriends some female dwarves. I strayed a bit from the original suggestion, but I was so charmed by the idea I couldn't pass it up :)

Rating: T | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aredhel & Lady Dwarf OCs, Aredhel & Maeglin, Aredhel & Eöl Characters: Aredhel, baby!Maeglin, Eöl, Lady Dwarf OCs (Nula, Hari, & Mina) Word count: 957

Chapter 2 details:

Rating: T | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Celegorm & Curufin, Celegorm & Curufin & Aredhel Characters: Celegorm, Curufin; mentioned: Aredhel, Eöl, Maeglin, Celebrimbor, Nerdanel Word count: 834

back to middle-earth month 3/23/26 | 2017: the silmarillion (redux) | companionship @cnc-week day eight | relationships | celegorm & huan

Now the chief of the wolf hounds that followed Celegorm was named Huan. He was not born in Middle-earth, but came from the Blessed Realm; for Oromë had given him to Celegorm long ago in Valinor, and there he had followed the horn of his master, before evil came. Huan followed Celegorm into exile, and was faithful; and thus he too came under the doom of woe set upon the Noldor, and it was decreed that he should meet death, but not until he encountered the mightiest wolf that would ever walk the world.

@cnc-week Tyelcurvo and Relationships

I wanted to draw Curufin dressed lavishly, with gold and ruby jewelry to match. I also gave him a moth brooch on his cloak, which is a reference to the fact that there’s a moth species named after him (elachista curufinella)!

Written for @cnc-week - prompt, Relationships.

Title: Winter Wine

Summary: A snowy evening in with too much wine for two, drunken-blubbery affection from one and a warm bubble of happiness for all three.

Warnings: This is Tyelcurvo incest so heads up if that’s not your jam. Nothing explicit tho.

Summary:

1987: An animatronic accident at a party maims a small child.

2000: Famous inventor Fëanor Finwion dies in a fire at his workshop.

2014: Curufin Fëanorian, along with his brother and son, returns to the site of his father’s death.

Chapter Four snippet:

“I still can’t believe you’re actually sleeping in that place,” said Caranthir. “What is wrong with you?”

“Tyelko’s here too,” said Curufin. He could picture Caranthir, all in black, huddled up on his couch as they spoke, phone on speaker so that his hands were free to knit as they talked. 

“Yeah, but he’s always been crazy. I thought you, at least, had some sense.” 

“Thanks?” 

“I don’t anymore,” said Caranthir. “This whole thing is fucking stupid. If you’re going to have a breakdown over your marriage going to pieces, can’t you do it somewhere that isn’t a death trap?”

Curufin rolled his eyes. The wonderful and terrible thing about Caranthir was that he never tried to sugarcoat anything. Whatever he thought, he said; honest to an infuriating degree. 

“I am not having a breakdown over my marriage,” said Curufin. As much as talking about Nethiel hurt, Caranthir’s bluntness was refreshing. Like resetting a bone: painful but necessary. “I am trying to investigate if there’s anything more to our dad’s files than we first thought. Either in parts of his research that should be saved or parts of his death that the police neglected to find.”

“So your breakdown has layers,” said Caranthir. “Big deal. It's still a stupid decision.”

Read the rest here!

For the fourth prompt of @cnc-week 's Celegorm and Curufin Week:

Tyelcurvo & Relationships

"Between Himring and Dorthonion there was a pass, exceeding steep upon the west, and that was the Pass of Aglon, and was a gate unto Doriath; and a bitter wind blew ever through it from the north. But Celegorm and Curufin fortified Aglon and held it with great strength, and all the land of Himlad southward between the River Aros that rose in Dorthonion and his tributary Celon that came from Himring." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of Beleriand and its Realms"

@cnc-week day 6 ⇢ HIMLAD ERA

[ID: a picspam comprised of 12 images primarily in earthy shades of brown, green, and black.

Written for @cnc-week - prompt, “Reunions.”

Title: The Night That Ends at Last

Summary: Sometimes he wondered…what if they were waiting for him? His family, his son, his brother. Red, gold, silver.

Curufin stubbornly tries to resist reflection and healing. But he misses his brother and his son.

@tolkienfashionweek Day 3: Professions/Day 6: Formal

subito

Curufin faces an unexpected betrayal.

For Back to Middle-earth Month 2026, Day 19! Today's prompt is from 2018's Music of the Waters event. On March 19 they gave a list of musical terms, of which I randomly selected subito. I combined that with the @cnc-week prompts Curufin and Betrayal to write about Curufin and his wife's last argument.

Rating: G | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Curufin/Curufin's wife & Celebrimbor Characters: Curufin, Quildalótië (Curufin's wife OC), Celebrimbor Word count: 824