Looking for my Tolkien fanfiction? Find a list of my Rings of Power, Lord of the Rings Online, and Silmarillion stories and prompt fills below or read them on AO3!
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Rings of Power
unsung songs
Rating: Explicit.
Words: 22,949.
Pairing: Annatar/Celebrimbor.
Summary: Celebrimbor attempts to reconcile his feelings for Halbrand with Annatarâs new identity. As their relationship progresses, he finds himself falling far deeper than he realizes. They create their downfall...together.
fair exchange
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.
Words: 4,283.
Pairing: Annatar/Celebrimbor.
Summary:
There is no power over flesh stronger than this sickness that corrupts him.
Or, five gifts Sauron took from Celebrimbor.
reward
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3,157
Pairing: Annatar/Celebrimbor
Summary:
âI can be kind,â Annatar says, his voice quieter. âPerhaps I can give you something you desire, instead. A true reward.â
Whose will is mightier⊠or, whose desire?
crowned
Rating: Explicit.
Words: 2,263.
Pairing: Celebrimbor/Halbrand.
Summary: Celebrimbor and Halbrand find themselves locked away in the treasury vault.
shadow dances
Rating: Explicit.
Words: 4,458.
Pairing: Celebrimbor/Halbrand.
Summary: Celebrimbor and Halbrand spend the night drinking at an inn...and end the evening in the alleyway behind it.
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Lord of the Rings Online
Song of the Shire
Rating: General Audiences.
Words: 2,048.
Summary: A poem based on the adventures of two brave Hobbit lasses.
(Podfic available!)
seasons of the second age
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.
Pairing: Annatar/Celebrimbor
LOTRO-verse seasonal series telling the story of Antheron (Annatar) and Celebrimbor. No knowledge of the game required to read. Playlist here.
part i: the splendor of spring
Words: 7,372 words.
Summary: After two seasons away from Caras Gelebren, Antheron (Annatar) returns to the city and finds neither it nor he has changed as he hoped. Amid the chaos of the spring festival celebrations, Antheron uncovers his feelings for Celebrimbor.
part ii: a memory of midsummer
Words: 12,326.
Summary: It was inevitable, wasnât it? Antheron spent nearly every day at his side, teaching with him, working with him, and arguing with him. Celebrimbor could not remember when his love for creating things together had turned into love for Antheron.
In the heat of summer, tempers flare. Celebrimborâs lies create a wedge between him and Antheron (Annatar). He reflects on how he found himself falling -- and whether or not his heart is wise.
> Interlude: summer's end.
part iii: the haunted barrow
Words: 15,954
Summary: âWhy let doubt creep in now?â Antheron wonders. Everything he has done is for Celebrimbor, in truth. One day, he will appreciate the full extent of the power at their fingertips.
Antheronâs cautious life teaching ring-lore is interrupted by rumors of ghosts haunting the hills and a thief in the city. When he and Celebrimbor are trapped and faced with deadly foes, Antheronâs secrets begin to unravel. He realizes his greatest fear: losing Celebrimbor.
part iv: a final act
Words: 21,098
Summary: Even if he has not been corrupted fully, love has made his heart too foolish.
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They are like a sword with a stress crack from tempering too late -- ready to shatter at the wrong blow. Antheron has stopped short each time, as Celebrimbor has, both of them ignoring three hundred yearsâ worth of hairline fractures.
Yule brings a snowstorm to Eregion and an awful clarity to Celebrimbor. Antheron clings to his vision of a future that will never come.
The Silmarilion
deep roots
Fandom: Silmarillion
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2,035
Pairing: Annatar/Celebrimbor
Excerpt:
âCan you make it release me?â Celebrimbor gasps.
âI could,â Annatar says, and the branches rearrange themselves around Celebrimborâs legs with a nod of his head. âI think, instead, I shall make you kneel.â
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Prompt Fills
One Night: (Silvergifting.) And There Was Only One Bed.
Untitled PWP: (Silvergifting). The one with the nipple clamps.
adamant: (TROP, Disa/Galadriel.) Disa issues a challenge to Galadriel.
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you have some really gorgeous titles - "necromance" though...!!!! đ
ty! i love stealing song lyrics for my working titles and then coming up with a weird final title out of stress.
"necromance" is a vague idea i had for a fic where celebrimbor (blorbo of the year) is resurrected by sauron (who gets to do some actual necromancy, bc i said so). the inspiration is wuthering heights & hozier.
i wrote a few very purple, very poetic paragraphs and then got distracted by crackfic, but as it won't leave me, i think i'll return to it eventually!! i honestly forgot i had even written anything until i saw the doc.
*
There is so much he has forgotten about being alive.
Breath comes easily -- what is breath but air? What is a pulse but a rhythm of rushing blood?
It would be too cold to dance on the wind, if he remembered the cold. It would be painful still to see what he has lost, to watch the years pass and those he love pass on. They do, each of them passing him by, to go where he cannot. To find the love he will always deny himself the memory of.
*
The Shadow cannot remember where the bones were laid to rest, or if they were at all. He remembers images: tattered fabric flapping in the wind, flayed skin drying in the heat of the sun, the carrion birds that did not dare to land close enough to taste, the white bursting through soft, rotting flesh. He wanders the fields for endless days that seem to pass so slowly, he wonders if he is even moving.
He doesnât know how he finds the right place to dig. The earth is packed clay and still half frozen from the winter, but his scarred hands feel neither the cold nor the pain. There is so little feeling inside his limbs. The bones are still sunbleached when he wipes away the dirt.
*
The body remembers. The soul has forgotten.
*
Some spells are so old that they are not spells, not even words, only song, song before music and song before rhythm. The bones lay scattered on the stone hearth before him and he sings to them, full of doubt. Are they enough? He prays that they are, and that they are not, but he does not know who he prays to.
There is a voice on the wind that he has long known and tries to ignore. He cannot ignore it now. He welcomes it to him.
i know it's probably taboo to talk about original stories on here, but i'll probably never actually finish this.
"toxic yuri brainrot" started with me going "i wish narmeleth/amarthiel (from LOTRO) had a girlfriend" to "i guess you could half-reasonably ship her with celebrian" to "this idea is so far removed from canon that there's no serial numbers to file off. i could write a story about an evil sorceress and princess. done and done!"
i've only written a scene here and there, but the main idea is that the sorceress realizes the princess she's supposed to kidnap is her ex, does not like that her boss (evil king) wants to keep her captive, and kidnaps her herself. it will probably never get very far, but it's been fun to turn around in my head.
âno im not writing a sequelâ is fucking hilarious and I need to know which this is a theoretical sequel to but also!!! the sailor the seabird and the smith!! đ
no i'm not writing a sequel:
at one point i had a really vivid vision in my mind of a fic in the LOTRO verse, about antheron and celebrimbor breaking up immediately after getting together, but being unable to actually stay broken up. and i wrote exactly one third of the first scene before i sprayed myself with a bottle of water like a cat on the counter and told myself to write some silm verse instead, for once.
anyways, here's the funny bit:
âI think we need to set some ground rules,â Celebrimbor says.
âGround rules,â Antheron repeats, because he has found Celebrimbor is comforted when he thinks Antheron is listening to him. He presses his lips against Celebrimborâs neck.
âYes. For instance: no kissing in the forge,â Celebrimbor says, extricating himself from Antheronâs arms. Antheron scowls. âItâs unwise to be so distracted around hot metal and sharp objects!â Celebrimbor protests.
âYou hardly leave the forge!â Antheron protests.
âThen perhaps your challenge is to lure me out of it,â Celebrimbor replies, ignoring the dark look Antheron gives in response.
maybe one day...? but probably not.
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the sailor, the seabird, and the smith
this is an expansion of the prompt fill i wrote last winter, exploring TROP celebrimbor in the first age.
i just have this image in my mind of celebrimbor with baby elrond and elros, and i want to try to explain how he knew earendil because it makes zero sense to me! i know it's hinted in UT that celebrimbor was in gondolin, but that doesn't quite mesh, because surely he met him as an adult!
and can you imagine our bitchy TROP brimby meeting elwing??? and where was he during the kinslaying?!? i have questions!! anyways.
my main issue is that i can't write it without celebrimbor seeming a little in love with earendil, and that's not where i was going with it, but he does wax poetic about him for a little too long in TROP.
Elwing sighs. âYou have grown cynical. Perhaps I should not have shown you the Silmaril. You are not bound by it, but it is a curse upon you all the same.â
âIt is a curse and a blessing on us all,â Celebrimbor says. "Show me it has moved hearts -- for the better, for all of our sakes -- and perhaps I will have reason to hope. But do not leave me here, EĂ€rendil, friendless and alone, waiting for the swords of my kin to find me, and tell me that I must hope in the darkness alone.â
EĂ€rendil rests a hand on Celebrimborâs shoulder. âYou will not be alone,â he says. âYour fate is tied to my sonâs, and that gives me comfort.â
Celebrimborâs mouth parts in surprise.
and i just realized this is the third fic in a row where i've used curse/blessing as a theme, yikes
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
oh no, i have a truly unfortunate amount of drafts. :') one of these has been sitting in my WIP folder since 2014 and i dutifully copy it over each year, maybe you'll find out which one it is!
like the moon we borrow our light
The Forgotten Poems
antiparallel (silm traditional silvergifting narrative)
the sailor the seabird and the smith
road to ruin
necromance
Alloyed (remix)
she walks in starlight
no im not writing a sequel NO IM NOT
toxic yuri brainrot
tagging @erulasse23 @mai-komagata @supervillainarchaeologist @rebornflameofthenoldor @leopardchic79 @licipok @harfootscribbles @grassangel @spiderwebbed1 and anyone else who wants to say i tagged them. <3
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tagged by @corallapis !!! took me a while but I got around to it :D
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
as per prev post, i literally have... 350 WIPs in my folder. so! I'm just going to do the ones that aren't me literally writing poetry from the Third Doctor's POV (but if you want to send an ask about that, feel free :P) and are close...r to completion
um you KNOW i want third doctor pov poetry actually
hehehehe I'm glad you asked. I'll share the whole thing, it's twisty and weird but I enjoy this sort of strange character exploration
there's three letters linking
arouses, &Â
sickens.
I am telling you that galaxies have been brought to heel on weaker foundations than this.
I have seen you build empires on ground less solid
than the ground I am eroding between us
where I have let complacency blind me,
compassion desert me,Â
revulsion thrill me.
Oh you remain intolerable.
I will elaborate:
I, the sickened, am giving myself to you.
to be made sick, to sicken, to be abled and dis-abled.
Arousal takes a similar path:
reddened flush, heart-rate, sweat, nausea, the slow decline as the body destroys itself for relief.
Dying feels similarly.
I see you're not smiling anymore.
It's a sober comparisonâ
being ruled by you seems like a mercy.
divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.
POV : Youâre visiting Tirionâs palace with lady CelebrĂŹan and there is a portrait of lady Galadriel as a very serious baby on the wall.
I thought about making her albinos like how I imagine her mother but ended up making her like her dad instead. Also the dress print is this cute ivy art nouveau border by Maurice Pillard Verneuil.
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the thing is that the quest for the silmaril was clearly intended to be celegorm and curufin's shot at redemption and it's not anyone's fault but their own that they continually beef it. the quest cannot succeed without the hound of celegorm and the knife of curufin. there are clearly celegorm and curufin shaped holes in the questing party to retrieve the sacred objects to which celegorm and curufin are oathbound. it is the fault of no one except celegorm and curufin that they aren't there for the main event. i wonder if that's why angrist snapped is because beren and luthien only needed the one but it would have held for all three if celegorm and curufin had been where they had every chance to be. shame they'll never know
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"Begone, foul dwimmerlaik!": A linguistic analysis
(Disclaimer: It's possible someone has come to these exact same conclusions before. Because this essay was just for funsies, i didn't check.)
When Ăowyn confronts the Witch King of Angmar on the Pelennor fields, the first thing she says to him is, âBegone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion! Leave the dead in peace!â
We can assume that, with âdwimmerlaik,â she has slipped into the Rohirric language, if only because of its similarity to the place name âDwimorberg,â the location of the door to the Paths of the Dead that Tolkien translates as âHaunted Mountain.â And indeed, dwimor/dwimer is an Old English word (Tolkien uses Old English as a stand-in for the language of Rohan) meaning, according to the Bosworth Toller Old English Dictionary, âillusion, delusion, apparition; phantom; error.â
But what stood out to me most is the second half of the compound, âlaik.â On first seeing it, I thought, âhey, I know that word,â and I know that word because it isnât Old English, itâs Middle English (and specifically because it shows up a lot in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, which Iâll come back to later).
In fact, the whole compound word shows up in the Middle English Dictionary as dweomerlak or demerlayk, so it seems very likely that Tolkien came across it in a Middle English text before deciding to use it as the Witch Kingâs epithet. But while he âRohiricizesâ Middle English dweomer/demer to something more like a standard Old English form, âdwimmer,â he does not do the same with laik. The âaiâ or âayâ vowel combination isnât typical of Old English.
Why break with the fairly straightforward use of Old English for Rohirric with this specific word? After all, âlaikâ has an Old English rootâthe word âlac.â
Both âlaikâ and âlacâ have a number of possible definitions. I think the Witch King is a dwimmerlaik instead of a dwimmerlac to point us toward which one Tolkien intends.
Bosworth Toller states that âthe idea which lies at the root of the various meaningsâ of lac âseems to be that of motion.â According to the dictionary entry, while the Icelandic cognate leikr came to more often indicate games or playâa connotation the word retained in âthe dialect of the North of Englandââand relatedly, both Icelandic and English used the word to mean âbattle,â the most common definitions of Old English lac are related to gifts and offerings.
But Tolkien didnât want the Witch King to be interpreted as a phantom gift or a phantom offering, so he couldnât âretroliterateâ laik into his typical Rohirric/ Old English.
The Middle English âlaik,â on the other hand, in all its various spellings, is derived from both lac and the Scandinavian leik/leikr, and its most common uses by far are related to games, sport, play, and amusement. In retaining the Middle English here, Tolkien points us toward a definition of âdwimmerlaikâ that has Ăowyn calling the Witch King a kind of phantom/illusion play/game.
The connotation of this is epic mockery. âDwimmerâ underlines that the Witch King is a wraith, yes, but it also identifies him as insubstantial, not real. And as a laik, he is something not to be taken seriously. He is a phantom play, an illusion game. Something that will dissipate if you wave your hand and say the right magic words.
Also note that the Witch King is not the producer of the illusion here, he is the product, the illusion itself. âDwimmerlaikâ implies that, although he may take the name of âWitch King,â he is not the sorcerer behind his own manifestation. His form has been manipulated into existence by the real big bad, Sauron. This is a âshadow of Morgothâ-level insult.
The Middle English dweomerlak/demerlayk backs this upâthe Middle English Dictionary defines this word as âmagic art, witchcraft.â So the Witch King is not in fact the witch, he is the craft. He is not the magician, he is the magic trick.
Just a trick. A trick inside the mind of the beholder, perhapsâa reminder that despair, which is the Witch Kingâs greatest weapon, is a lie.
And the thing about tricks is that they can be figured out, and then the illusion is undone.
This is exactly what Ăowyn does on the Pelennor. When the Witch King tells her, âNo living man may hinder me!â she points out the loophole: âBut no living man am I! You look upon a woman.â
For the first time, doubt enters the Witch Kingâs mind, giving Merry (also not a man) the opportunity to stab him in the leg with the sword he got from the barrow wight (not a living man). Ăowyn (a woman) seizes the opening to stab him in the face, and poof! Like any decent magic trick or phantom or illusion, the Witch King vanishes.
In calling him a dwimmerlaik, then, Tolkien clues us in to something essential about the Witch Kingâs nature and hints at the means of his imminent defeat: he is a trick to decipher, a game to play.
More specifically, he is a word gameâthe chink Ăowyn finds in his armor is a linguistic one, making the means of his death the solution to a riddle. âWhat can kill something invulnerable to living men?â I think Tolkienâs use of dwimmerlaik tips us off about this, too, if we look at where he might have encountered both âlaikâ and âdwimmerlaikâ before.
More analysis involving specific Middle English texts, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and Cleanness, below the cut.
That brings me back to Sir Gawain and the Green Knight (SGGK), one of the Middle English texts where âlaikâ (or âlayk,â as itâs spelled there) appears most frequentlyâand where it has drawn quite a bit of critical attention, because the way this poem deals with games and play is interesting and weird. (As I say above, itâs the first thing I thought of when I saw âlaikâ in âdwimmerlaik.â)
We know Tolkien was very familiar with SGGK because he produced his own translation of it and was the co-producer of what was for a long time its standard critical edition. So, although it isnât one of the three Middle English texts that features the compound word dwemerlak/demerlayk, itâs not unreasonable to think that Tolkien might have taken SGGK into consideration when he chose to stick with âlaikâ over âlac.â
It's even possible to draw some parallels between SGGK and Ăowynâs confrontation with the Witch King, particularly in the connotations of her âdwimmerlaikâ insult.
SGGK, like Ăowynâs big moment of the Pelennor fields, features a lone knight facing down a giant, supernatural, occasionally headless foe. The Green Knight is a dwimmerlaik in that he himself is a trick, a form of play, a riddle. He rides into King Arthurâs courtâhis appearance a strange mix of the courtly world, the natural world, and the otherworld that is difficult to parseâdeclaring that he is there for a âChristmas game.â This turns out to be, in fact, a beheading game: someone is to take one big whack at him with an axe, but he gets to return the same blow in a year. Gawain ends up cutting the Green Knightâs head off, but then the Knight picks his head back up and rides away. He later reveals that this was an attempt to trick Queen Guinevere and scare her to death. But when that doesnât work, itâs Gawain who has to undergo another series of games and tests (a hunt paired with a seduction/courtly love game, then an exchange of winnigs), all to solve the puzzle of how to a) keep his word to the Green Knight, and b) survive doing so. He succeeds in the end, more or less, when all the games and tests turn out to be clues toward solving the one big riddle of the Green Knightâs true nature and identity.
In the end, the Green Knight, like the Witch King, is also a dwimmerlaik in that (spoiler alert for a 700-year-old text) he is a work of a greater sorcererâs witchcraft. In fact, while the actual text (in the Andrew-Waldron edition) has him say, âBertilak de Hautdesert I hat in ĂŸis londe./ ĂurÈ myÈt of Morgne la Faye, ĂŸat in my hous lenges (Bertilak de Hautdesert I am called in this land./ Through the might of Morgan le Fay, that dwells in my house),â Tolkienâs translation inserts a line to make sure the reader interprets Morgan le Fay as the sorceress behind the Green Knightâs supernatural appearance: âBertilak de Hautdesert hereabouts I am called,/ [who thus have been enchanted and changed in my hue]/ by the might of Morgan le Fay that in my mansion dwelleth.â The Green Knight himself is just some guy hiding in plain sight, not that scary or impressive at all.
So that gives us an idea of what âlaikingâ is like in SGGK and some of the connotations Tolkien might have had in mind when he chose itâthat games and puzzles usually involve trickery and can be deadly serious. And you might not even know youâre playing until all the clues come together.
But what about the compound word demerlayk/dweomorlak? Where was Tolkien likely to have seen it, and did that context influence his decision to have Ăowyn use it against the Witch King?
According to the University of Michiganâs Middle English Dictionary, the word only appears in three Middle English texts: twice as dweomerlak/dweomerlac in LaÈamonâs Brut, once as demerlayk in the Wars of Alexander, and twice as demerlayk/demorlayk in Cleanness. Tolkien could have read all of theseâthey all had editions published in the 19th century. Itâs likely he read the Brut, since thatâs an Arthurian text, but note that, while the first half of the compound has the âwâ more reminiscent of Old English âdwimerâ and dwimmerlaik, the second half doesnât use the distinctively Middle English laik/layk spelling that Tolkien chose to retain.
I donât think itâs a coincidence that one of these three texts, Cleanness, appears in the same manuscript (called Cotton Nero A.x) as SGGK and may have the same author. While a cursory search doesnât show Tolkien as having done any work with Cleanness in particular, he would have been familiar with it, and may even have examined/read it in the manuscript while working on his edition of SGGK.
The word âdemerlaykâ features in Cleannessâs retelling of the Biblical episode of King Belshazzarâs feast, where a disembodied hand appears and writes a message on the wall. Belshazzar sends for men âĂat wer wyse of wychecrafte, and warlaÈes oĂŸer/ Ăat con dele with demerlayk and deuine lettres (That were wise in witchcraft and other warlocks/ that could deal with demerlayk and interpret letters)â to decipher the message. Accordingly, among the âclerkes,â âwychez,â âwalkyries,â and âsorsersâ who answer the call are âdeuinores of demorlaykes ĂŸat dremes cowĂŸe rede (diviners of demerlaykes that could interpret dreams/visions).â
Significantly, the dwimmerlaik in this poemâthe mysterious writing on the wallâis, like the Green Knight, something to be deciphered; the game/play that comes with the phantom/illusion is a linguistic puzzle to be solved. Daniel ultimately reads the writing on the wall, interpreting that King Belshazzar has been found wanting and therefore the days of his dominion, like those of the Witch Kingâs, are numbered.
I think that Tolkienâs understanding of âdwimmerlaikâ may have been influenced by these texts such that, for him, the word doesnât just refer to play and games, but to games that involve solving a puzzle or riddle. In using it to refer to the Witch King, he points to the kind of phantom/illusion game/play Ăowyn is dealing with and how she will defeat him.
The solution to all the Green Knightâs games and riddles is that he is not what he seems; he is, like the Witch King, only the result of a greater sorcererâs enchantment. And in Cleanness, the solution to the word-puzzle brings an evil Kingâs rule to an end. These two laiks and Ăowynâs with the Witch King are all of the high-stakes, life-and-death variety, and all are resolved with the unraveling of identity.
Another part of the laiking in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is the incongruous laughterâGawain and King Arthur laugh after the Green Knight picks up his severed head and rides out, and the poem ends with the courtâs laughter after Gawain tells the story of how a moral failing almost cost him his life on the quest. Ăowyn, too, lets out an incongruous laugh after the Witch King says, âNo living man may hinder meââbut in her case, the laughter, though in the middle of a field of desperate battle, is not so difficult to interpret. She laughs because she has just figured out the trick, solved the puzzle, found the answer to the riddle. And she is going to win this shadow game.