More Than Life Itself - Severus Snape X OC

I want to write a Silmarillion fic. I love romance stories so it will be centered around a Silm elf and an OC! Comment which elf you think I should write about.

run, severus, run! (x7)

OPPENHEIMER (2023) | dir. Christopher Nolan "And now I am become death. The destroyer of worlds." ​​​

True but I suppose a lot of people were just shocked at that moment when they saw it

The fact that everyone is talking about the kiss just shows how effective it truly is as a distraction.

It means nothing, romantically speaking. It's a means to an end, nothing more, and yet it manages to raise such an outcry that a lot of people overlook that fact completely even though there are so many clues that it is merely for show. There is Elrond reaching for his brooch and removing it's pin. There is his, "Forgive me," said in such a peculiar way that it simply cannot be about his promise to Galadriel in 2x04. There is the chaste nature of the kiss - a mere press of lips against lips, almost like a child kissing their parent goodbye (though, admittedly, more drawn out). And there is the subtle moment when he presses the pin into Galadriel's hand, and the surprise on her face that follows it.

Nothing about that kiss is romantic. It is a strategic move meant to distract, and boy does it do it well. If half the fandom is talking about it online, then it's not surprise the Uruks didn't catch on either. And that's why Elrond does it. Because it catches everyone off-guard, and as long as everyone is focused on the kiss, no one will notice what is really going on. It's brilliant on so many levels and Robert Aramayo and Morfydd Clark acted the hell out of that moment.

oh mirdania

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀

season two the rings of power. 2.07.

Casual census: Reblog if you are in the Silmarillion fandom

I just want to see how many of us there are out there

Sauron: Celebrimbor, remember how you said you cannot imagine how it feels to be tortured by a god?

Celebrimbor: yeah?

Sauron: well now you know!

Celebrimbor, with 10 arrows sticking out of him: oh gee thanks! I totally wanted to know what it was like when I said that!

His sword was long, his lance was keen.

His shining helm afar was seen.

The countless stars of heaven’s field

Were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,

And where he dwelleth none can say.

For into darkness fell his star;

In Mordor, where the shadows are.

darling elrond

my gentle🥺🤲

Morgoth hated the Feanorians. Or no, that's not quite it. He hated the Finwëans, he loathed them.

The whole line of Finwe had his hatred (and the hatred of Sauron as well, but that's a bit different pice of cake).

He hated them because that whole lineage, from Finwe himself to his very last descendants were the only ones of this world who could look him in the eyes and stand straight, to oppose him.

(Because Luthien doesn't count, now does she? She wasn't fully of the Eldar after all, no. She was other, and half. But the line of Finwe had no such advantages!)

Morgoth hated and feared them, thought not in ways that often could be perceived.

He saw weak, worthless elves who could look at him and say 'you are nothing'. Elves who could look the Darkness into the eyes and burn brighter, bright enough to banish the shadows.

Finwe, who stood between him and the Silmarils (Morgoth was wrong, Finwe wasn't protecting the Silmarils only). The High King of the Noldor who knew he will die and died with his head high and back unbroken, with eyes fearless and blood boiling with fire (where did you think Feanor got it from huh?).

Feanor, who slammed the door in his face, who spat and ragged and could not be contained. Feanor who he manipulated but couldn't corrupt. Feanor who lost only due to himself, whose death was his own no matter what Morgoth would give to be able to say that the Spirit of Fire was his at the end.

Maitimo, Maedhros, who endured torment and torture, humiliation and agony under which any other would break. Nelyafinwe who was rescued and came back, making himself the wall and shield between Morgoth and the whole world. Russandol who died by his own hand, because of his own pain and his own mind, his own actions. He who was never Morgoths, even at his lowest.

Maglor, a singer of such renown and talent one could be forgiven for mistaking him for a Maia. Makalaure who bend the reality in ways that should have been impossible to the elves and that were alien to Ainur. Kanafinwe who walks upon Middle Earth, enduring through his pain because it is his, his crimes, his mind, his hands. He is his own.

Celegrom who was hild, of the forest and rivers and streams, of the Hunt. Turcafinwe who rode against dark beasts and hunted in Oromes train long before Morgoths was released. Tyelkormo the Fair, the Cruel, master of his own soul, untamed and free as the wind. He who looked upon the shadows and walked right through them, he who looked at it and grinned with blood on his mouth and said at it 'i am better'.

Caranthir, never seen or heard but always there. Morifinwe who walked the thin line of Dark and Light with ease seen in none other before. Carnistir who burned with cold fire and walked in the shadows of others with skill unparalleled. He who was called The Dark, and he who carried that name with grace of the night sky. Unbending, master of his own life.

Curufin, so like his father and yet so different. Atarince who instead of jewels made draggers, he who forged armour that somehow was as unbreakable as the house that wore it. Curufinwe, The Crafty they called him, not knowing how close to the truth they were. He burned brightly, which made it all more tragic when he met his own end.

Ambarussa, one never without the other, red hair as the fire raging within. Amrod and Amras, wild as Celegrom, yet as silent as Caranthir. They who were twins, one an extension of the other. They who were so like their brothers, while being entirely different. They who burned the hottest.