Lost In Beleriand

Across the sea, after the end of all things, Annatar makes an apology.

For Day 7 of Silvergifting Week 2026 (@silvergiftingweek): Valinor, Post-Canon

Image description:

Moodboard in misty rose, gold, and silver, with the Sara Teasdale quote, “Let this single hour atone / For the theft of all of me”.

1. A silver ocean gleams beneath the rosy sky at dawn.

2. White marble columns rise like a mist into graceful arches.

3. Against the spangled light of ocean waves, a tentative hand reaches out, hardly daring to touch.

4. A familiar silhouette appears against the sky, obscured by golden sparks.

5. Two backlit faces approach a kiss, one above the other. One person is fair-haired, the other dark; the former’s golden tresses veil both of them.

6. A delicate tracery of branches glitters with morning dew.

7. A single closed eye - no longer The Eye - has a teardrop trembling on its lashes, ready to fall.

8. Along a wave-swept beach, solitary footprints stretch into the distance. It has been a long and lonely journey down the years.

Not your little princess anymore

fingolfin horse girl summer.

My fic for @silvergiftingweek, day 6: Alternative first meeting | Canon divergence AU.

Pairing: Celebrimbor/Sauron

Rated: T

Word count: 4482

Summary: During the destruction of Beleriand, a Maia who calls himself Annatar helps Celebrimbor out.

@silvergiftingweek Day 6: Canon divergence AU

curufin has better things to do than pose for picture day. he has a son to raise. baby tyelpe decided that he also has better things to do, like seeing if his father’s hair is good leverage for climbing (spoiler: it’s not)

see the rest of fëanorian picture day portraits

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The Unwilling Visitors End of the Third Age "Is that the Dark Lord?" Sam whispers. Frodo knows at once that it is not. But then… whose face is this? Unusually on time for @silvergiftingweek If you'd like to step further into Sauron’s private art gallery, the full series is collected here: Paintings | Sculpture | Mirror Details under the cut

picture day continues. celegorm showed up late. huan wasn’t invited, came anyway. no one can tell which one tracked in more dirt. also, gorm showed up in his hunting leathers instead of armor. neither cleaned up after themselves.

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Silvergifting week day 5: betrayal 🔥💔 @silvergiftingweek

The words here are found poetry compiled from an old ruined copy of Henry V, and are meant to represent Celebrimbor's thoughts as Annatar's identity is finally revealed. I see Annatar's elvish style leaning a lot towards art nouveau, and I wanted to place that persona existing simultaneously with tells of his darker nature.

This stands alone, but also works alongside the fic I wrote for this week, linked here:

Plain text of the poetry:

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend

the brightest heaven of invention

My mistress wears his own tower

by cruel fate I have indulged love at his hands.

Heavily jeweled his sweet and honey'd sentences

My dread lord, our silken dalliance

hides a sword kiss'd from hilts unto the point

Broken music, laid by my hands, thy rings.

Be this my inheritance

Sway to my grandsire's fire tomb,

Unwind his bloody flag, whose creating guilt

runs in my veins.

He is pure air and fire,