Here there be Ainur

Brama cavalleresca

I updated her second age dress. I hope you like it as much as I do.

A fandom event celebrating sexually explicit fanworks based on the The Silmarillion and related legends — now in its fourth year!

September 28 to October 4, 2026 (Monday to Sunday)

The aim of Silm Smut Week is to foster a positive, inclusive, and fun culture around the creation and enjoyment of smut, porn, and erotica. 

Themes and Prompts | Event Directory

How to Participate

Create something that narrates, depicts, or considers sexual activity involving the characters of the Silmarillion.

Post it on Tumblr and/or add it to the AO3 Collection and mention this blog (@silmsmutweek) and tag #silmsmutweek2026. 

We will reblog posts daily. 

If you do not see your post reblogged after 24 hours, please send us an ask or DM mods @polutrope or @ettelene.

The themes and prompts for each day are just suggestions. You can post anything any day of the week and we will reblog it.

Late submissions for the event are welcome and we will try to reblog those as well but cannot guarantee that we will. 

Engage with other creators! Enjoy their works!

All genres, tropes, and kinks are welcome, as are all forms of creative of engagement (writing, art, meta, headcanons, playlists, podfics, etc.) with the Silmarillion and the Silmarillion fandom.

CELEGORM

an atmospheric rendering of a re-embodied Celegorm with Huan 2.0 commissioned by the excellent @justdrowthings, pictured here changing into his hunting gear in the forests for the first time after being re-embodied, feeling scritchy and ever so alive 🐕 the dog gives no shits. the dog says ‘glad you like the sun and shit but pay attention to me’.

The Woods of Oromë in Valinor

Both part of my woods of Middle Earth series and my series of boards for the domains of the Valar! Yavanna, Irmo, Estë

The painting is called deep in the forest, by 19th century painter Eugen Kruger

A queen at the long fall of her empire

literally not a single fucking person:

me: actually if i was going to handle silmarils i no longer have any right to because i killed people and shit, i would simply not touch them bare handed. i, being an intellectual who knows that these stones burned the innards of a literal werewolf, a creature whose own stomach acids probably had the same corrosive effect as lava, am perfectly aware that my silly little tummy (which throws tantrums about dairy) is no match. a silmaril would give me instant stigmata. carve a perfect tunnel through my flesh. i, being clever and possessing the ability to look up at the sky, am equally aware that eärendil’s newest labret piercing being visible to the naked eye from the stratosphere makes it pretty clear that the thing is probably very bright. as bright as a star. neil armstrong walked on the moon in a space suit. he did not wank off the stars in his birthday suit. all things considered, i, unlike maedhros fëanorian who spent the first 500 years of his life eating hot chip, specialising in himbodom, lying, and not educating himself on basic physics, i would be trotting away peacefully from eönwë’s camp, my silmarils clenched victoriously in