Elrond By Rene Gross

DAY TWO of @silmsmutweek! "Coast" and "cross-cultural relationships" both suggested to me Finarfin/Earwen, so under the cut is another 400 words of one of their first sexual experiences together. Content note: contemplation of sexual morality in a world with gods who live next door and, uh, butt stuff.

“Those who live outside the Calacirya,” Arafinwe's mother had reminded him, “do not always honor the Valar in the same way we do, here in the fullness of Their light.” And in her frustrating, this is something you need to learn for yourself way, “You must be prepared to choose the ways that seem right to you.”

He understood better, when he saw his friends in Alqualonde slipping away into the shadows beyond the beach bonfires in pairs or triads or more, leading each other by the hand in every possible combination of genders behind boathouses and under piers, to elicit sounds from each other that the humid, starlit air did nothing to muffle.

And while his mother certainly must have an opinion of her own, he had been given leave to decide his own path.

He didn't say no when his best friend took his hand and led him to a small grotto well prepared with quilts and cushions. Nor when she began to kiss him, really kiss him, with lips and teeth and tongue. Nor when she stripped them both of the finely-woven cloth they had been draped in.

Then she asked if he wanted to see something fun, and showed him the suggestively carved rod of ivory and bottle of fragrant olive oil she'd brought along. 

He didn't know why, exactly, he'd agreed to be the one to receive it. Misplaced gallantry perhaps? She'd told him she'd enjoy it either way. Or maybe he was too curious and too trusting for his own good. This time, she made him say yes with his actual mouth before she directed him onto his hands and knees.

She was merely petting him softly along the back and telling him how very good he was doing for her as she slowly, gently pressed her little toy deeper and deeper into his asshole. He was merely gripping the fabric beneath his hands, trying not to weep and failing not to moan at the intensity of the sensation.

They weren't touching each other anywhere they shouldn't, he told himself, though he'd grown achingly hard and she kept wriggling her hips needily. They hadn't even unbraided their hair. He could almost assert that they weren't getting up to anything improper at all. 

But she was the princess of this land, after all. Surely she wouldn’t encourage her best friend into any behavior that might be considered sinful.

They just honored the Valar differently here, was all.

Maeglin for @kaiartx

vanity fair published a devastating article about cary grant and randolph scott’s relationship today in honor of cary grant’s birthday, and i’m very unwell about it right now

Miriel Therinde

I´m curently working on a background for her as I feel like I need a new computer background and Tumblr header but here she is finished by just herself :)

Don’t you leave him, Samwise Gamgee. And I don’t mean to. I don’t mean to.

—Sam to Frodo, The Lord of the Rings, “The Fellowship of the Ring”

Sindar Week Drabbles! #5

A little hat tip to Círdan and company, for @sindarweek. Have 100 words of Eärendil learning to sing songs of the sea. Poor guy, always yearning. One of these days I'll write him happy, but it is not today.

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It comes from his father, of course: the great call from the depths; the shivering rush when the waves curl and crash on the shore. But Tuor’s Sea-binding is not the sole source of Eärendil’s longing. The Sindar mariners string ropes of song between Sirion and Balar to calm the swell. They chant in the primordial rhythm of the blood as they haul sail and raise anchor and swab the pale decks of their sharp-beaked ships. Eärendil climbs to the crow’s nest, heart-sore, seeking the songs’ origin in the stars that shimmer, mirrored, on the unreadable face of the sea.

hey jsyk while hellofresh is dummy expensive and i wouldn’t reccomend it if you already know how to cook (if you’re a beginner like i was when i had it for 3 months, then it’s worth it), you should know that ALL OF THEIR RECIPES are free on their website and they all fuck hard

i will say that all the cooking instructions for veggies are pretty much the same (season with salt + pepper and roast on the top oven rack at 425F), but if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

that being said, it also introduced me to methods i wasn’t at all expecting. i would have never thought to use cream cheese in my meat sauce, and now all my friends are constantly asking me to make my special rigatoni.

happy cheffin! :)

Maedhros

Dinner time

AU in which Caranthir and Haleth have a kid.

It's fine, its fine. As long as the child is kept out of any offical record the Doom of Mandos cannot touch him, right?