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The Colour Red is Hereditary by lukesguywalker

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
21 Mar 2026
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“Do I not care for you as though you were my own?” Lalwen asks. Wordlessly she urges Idril to keep moving, encouraging her to seek her pleasure. “Do I not do for you things that only a mother can? Your father tries, but you are a woman now, Itarillë. There are things he cannot teach you, things that only another woman can know.”

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It is only natural that the girl would yearn for a mother.

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To be Alive on this Fresh Morning by lukesguywalker

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
09 Feb 2026
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Idril's cheeks are flushed a beautiful blotchy pink, and sweat sticks strands of golden hair to her face and neck, and oh, what Glorfindel wouldn't give to have this each and every day. Would that she could commission a painting of this very moment to hang over the mantel in her bedchamber, so that it might be the last thing she sees before sleep and the first thing she knows upon waking: her Idril, legs spread and breasts heaving, open and wanting and lost entirely in her pleasure.

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The Ocean Is Coming, Coming Through the Wall by lukesguywalker for justonelastdance

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
30 Dec 2025
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“It’s alright,” Turukáno says again; terribly soft, barely even a whisper. And he slides his hand lower, between Findekáno’s legs.

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The Helcaraxë is a lonely, bitter place.

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A Mass of Ice, Melting by lukesguywalker for Toofeanorianforthisshit

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
29 Dec 2025
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Findekáno is guided through the camp in a daze.

He is distantly aware of the commotion surrounding them, the bodies that weave to and fro in their path and the clamour of overlapping shouts, but it all comes to him as if from underwater; like he is back once more in the golden days of his youth, having whiled away an afternoon in the lake behind Grandfather’s palace, hearing Father calling him inside to wash up before dinner. But these are not shouts of fond exasperation— they are cries of cold panic, or shock, or else utter disbelief, and several times he nearly falters, but Findaráto’s guiding hand between his shoulder blades will not let him.

He cannot crumble, not now. Not yet.

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Findekáno returns from Thangorodrim with hands soaked in blood.

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To Radiate With Inexhaustible Light by lukesguywalker for StormsBreadth

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
30 Dec 2025
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There was a time, not so long ago, when Maitimo would have shied away from such singular attention. When she would have shrank from any request to look upon herself with anything more than a passing glance, bared as she is in both body and soul. She has long been an expert at turning the tables, at ignoring the venomous thing twisting up her insides for long enough to force the attention back onto Findekáno, distracting him with her hands or mouth or cock until he has forgotten he said anything at all, or is at least willing to pretend.

Not so, now.

Now, Maitimo looks. Not only does she look— she revels.

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After transitioning, Maitimo finds herself wanting things she's never before felt comfortable receiving. Findekáno is endlessly delighted by her.

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your servant, don't forsake him by whatisleftofmybrainworms

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
17 May 2025
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Fingolfin and Maedhros both have particular needs. They find fellowship over this.

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- Part 4 of kinkmeme fills
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01 Apr 2026
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a light heart by whatisleftofmybrainworms

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
01 Jan 2026
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After Fëanáro is sentenced, Nolofinwë does little more than brood over his anger at his father and brother. When his nephew comes to apologize before following his father into exile, Nolofinwë does not take it well.

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01 Apr 2026
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And The Lake Lay Between Them by senalishia for Sleepless_Malice

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
30 Jan 2019
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Maedhros will do anything to heal the rift between the houses of the Noldor--and spending years in captivity to Morgoth has greatly expanded his idea of what "anything" might include. Illustrated by the author.

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01 Apr 2026
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chimeric by katyamola

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
14 Mar 2026
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Fanart, Melkor/Sauron, made as part of a collaborative effort with @crackinthecup!

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14 Mar 2026

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chimeric by katyamola

Fanart, Melkor/Sauron, made as part of a collaborative effort with @crackinthecup!
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Chimera by crackinthecup, katyamola

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
14 Mar 2026
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“Now,” Melkor smiles, “you are going to place the edge against your chest and cut yourself.”

This snares Mairon’s attention completely. His fingers tighten over the dagger’s hilt. The steel feels cool against his skin, the rubies large and round and smooth. The long years of his life—millennia of making blades and handling them and taking lives with them—ensure that his hand does not shake.

“My lord…” he says, not in fact saying anything at all, even as he manoeuvres the dagger into position, blade laid diagonally across his pectoral.

He should protest; though Melkor may overrule him, he should at least attempt to rebel against this… this unnaturalness. To injure himself because his master wills it, to defile the flesh that cradles him, this moment of pleasure reddened with pain… It is perversion. It is debasement. Sanctity racked with rot. Intimacy with its guts torn out.

“In then down,” Melkor murmurs. “A clean, shallow cut. I want to see you bloodied. You wear blood so exquisitely, my pretty thing.”

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- Part 26 of Ends and Beginnings
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14 Mar 2026

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Chimera by crackinthecup, katyamola

“Now,” Melkor smiles, “you are going to place the edge against your chest and cut yourself.”

This snares Mairon’s attention completely. His fingers tighten over the dagger’s hilt. The steel feels cool against his skin, the rubies large and round and smooth. The long years of his life—millennia of making blades and handling them and taking lives with them—ensure that his hand does not shake.

“My lord…” he says, not in fact saying anything at all, even as he manoeuvres the dagger into position, blade laid diagonally across his pectoral.

He should protest; though Melkor may overrule him, he should at least attempt to rebel against this… this unnaturalness. To injure himself because his master wills it, to defile the flesh that cradles him, this moment of pleasure reddened with pain… It is perversion. It is debasement. Sanctity racked with rot. Intimacy with its guts torn out.

“In then down,” Melkor murmurs. “A clean, shallow cut. I want to see you bloodied. You wear blood so exquisitely, my pretty thing.”

Art/fic collab