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Curufin pre Alqualondë kinslaying
The hold this stupid elf has on me…unreal
Fashionably late to Fëanorian week here’s Curufin
I’ve returned from my hiatus and I offer you Imladris’ finest artist and the worst man you’ve ever met
“Family”
It’s so cool that Silmarillion had a couple of pages about them living their best life ,the end
When you have to carry your little brother home from the festivities because he's a lightweight who can't handle his liquor. (To be followed by "When you have to share your horse with your brother because he lost his to some scruffy human", many years later.)
Just some belated Celegorm and Curufin shenanigans that I intended to post for @feanorianweek but then it got out of hand and I also had to work on some non-Silm stuff and now I can't move my arm anymore
how silm characters react to the fandom
Feanaro: gets way too involved way too quickly, has multiple troll accounts and blocks anyone who sa-si’s.
Nerdanel: can’t really use technology but thinks it’s kind of fun.
Maitimo: instant anxiety attack. Is morbidly fascinated by all the russingon smut. Thinks the Fingon content is sweet. Loves kidnap fam.
Maglor: follows nails-in-my-wall. Immediately starts shitposting about his family. Uncertain why half the fandom thinks he’s a crab.
Celegorm: Deleted his account when he realised Finrod got more rep than him. His new account only is on the low down.
Caranthir: embezzling fanartists somehow. No moral compass.
Curufin: found silvergifting, had a heart attack.
Nolofinwë: Anaire keeps complimenting all the art of him and he’s getting flustered.
Fingon: obsessively saves artwork of Maedhros. Ironically endorses the posts calling him a posh asshole.
Aredhel: gets so much closure from all the online support.
Turgon: disproportionately annoyed by one (1) person who said he was insensitive.
Finarfin: always brings up the youngsters on the internet who think he’s a good king.
Finrod: thinks he’s not famous enough. Works to remedy that.
Aegnor: wonders why everyone thinks he owns and frequently uses a hair straightener; cries over every artwork of him and Andreth.
Galadriel: no one knows and it’s frankly disturbing.
Elrond: periodically censors posts using him as a moral compass. Offers hugs to everyone who reblogged that one post.
The plotting brothers are plotting as always. Btw, I have no idea how Tumblr works, but here goes nothing
After reading in Silma that elves can die from grief, I developed a personal little treat. I love to imagine Curufin dying before Celegorm, who is mortally wounded by Dior during the assault. When Celegorm finds his beloved baby brother and BFF lying in a pool of blood, he desperately hopes it’s all one of Curufin's tricks, that Curufin will open his eyes so he can put him on his back and run to the forest like a cornered, wounded animal. But when he realizes Curufin is truly gone, he gently caresses his black hair and tells him not to be afraid, because he will follow him soon. Celegorm then dies of a broken heart. Their co-dependency makes Celegorm unable to live in a world without Curufin.
A WIP I finally found the courage to finish. Curufinwë Fëanorion, Curufin, Curvo, Atarincë, The Crafty. Husband, father, brother, lover. Dad's little Silmaril, Tyelpe's atar, Celegorm's fave. Tricky, glamorous, talented, and beautiful baby.
While little Tyelpe is playing with his friends in the garden, Curufin uses his alone (?) time to enjoy himself (greatly); WIP someday I hope to finish.
I love drawing faces. Through this process, I get to know a character. I never choose nor decide their features; instead, they reveal themselves to me. They whisper their traits, even telling me who they resemble. They guide my hand and have a life of their own. I am merely a conduit, bringing their essence into this world.
When brothers do what lovers do For my dear @thecoolblackwaves who loves these babies as well. PS: complete version on my Twitter page https://x.com/LyraGoth/status/1839074887366742240
"Please," Celegorm tore off his helmet and dropped to his knees beside his brother. "Don't go..." His fingers traced Curufin’s dark hair, now marred with blood. “Stop playing,” he pleaded, his voice trembling as he forced a smile. “Open your eyes.” He hoped for one last trick because Curufin always had a plan, but his brother remained unresponsive. He tenderly brushed Curufin's face, and his hand recoiled at the chill of his skin. Gradually, his smile faded.
Memories of their childhood flooded his mind—Curufin’s laughter, once carefree as they hunted together through the fields of Valinor, now felt like a distant dream. The harsh reality yanked him back to the present and he sobbed openly, cradling Curufin in his arms as he did when they were children. "Little one," he sighed, rocking back and forth as tears fell onto his brother's cheeks. "Blood of my blood,"
(...)
“Don't be afraid,” Celegorm murmured, holding Curufin close despite the excruciating pain tearing through his chest. “I'll be with you soon.”
As night fell, Celegorm’s servants stumbled upon him clinging to Curufin's body in the kingly hall. In the dim light of their torches, the brothers' faces reflected a strange state of peace.
Together in life, together in death, they parted from the world as they had lived in it: inseparable.
As a child, Celebrimbor was utterly captivated by his father.
His young eyes watched in awe as Curufin adorned himself with shimmering jewelry, each one meticulously crafted by his hands.
“Why do you wear so many jewels, atya?”
Curufin glanced down at his son and offered a smile.
“These jewels are emblems of our family’s talents, Tyelperinquar. I wear them not merely to shine, but to honor our legacy and the unique potential we have to create.”
Celebrimbor didn’t fully grasp his father’s words, but a deep desire stirred within him to craft something just as wonderful by himself.
“One day I shall create jewels as beautiful as yours.”
“You shall speak Quenya as a highborn prince first,” Curufin chuckled. “Now, what is more beautiful than beautiful?”
Celebrimbor thought for a moment. “...Glorious.”
“Indeed,” Curufin replied, lifting Celebrimbor into his lap. “In time, you shall surpass me and create your own glorious works. But remember, beauty alone is not enough." (...)
"But how can I be as good as you?"
"Well, what is greater than good?" Curufin prompted.
"...Fantastic?!"
“Fantastic." Curufin declared. "The fire of our house already burns within you, Tyelperinquar. The light in my eyes is reflected in yours.
Now, come, let us attend to your hair,”
As Curufin began to brush his son’s long hair with gentle, practiced hands, Celebrimbor’s thoughts drifted to the evening’s festivities.
“Tonight is the Starlight Festival,” he said with earnest intensity. “I must adorn myself with a multitude of jewels.”
“And why is that?” Curufin inquired with amusement.
“I wish to be more beautiful than you so Finrod will dance with me instead!” the child replied with determination. Then, anticipating his father’s correction, he added, “Not only beautiful—more beautiful than beautiful: magnificent.”
A warm laugh escaped Curufin. “Then I shall make you magnificent to ensure he cannot refuse you.”
Gil Galad: Hey, where are Elrond and Celebrimbor?
Galadriel: I don't know, they said something about Feanorian guilt money
*Meanwhile* Elrond and Celebrimbor: DAD'S GUILT MONEY! DAD'S GUILT MONEY! DAD'S GUILT MONEY!
Silm time travel fixit fic where Curufin is spat out into his younger self fairly early in YoT, and when his efforts to solve the Noldor's political/ Melkor problems bear no fruit... he just fucks off to Alqualonde to apprentice as a ship-builder, because it's a concrete and fixable future problem.
Sex with Curufin (Headcannons) - NSFW :
Curufin is a lot like his dad in this regard, only picks it up a notch on marking you as his
He of course asks you if you’re okay with it and when you respond by the affirmative, he takes his sweet time putting hickeys on you everywhere
Making sure there’s no inch of you that’s uncovered
He wants everyone to know when they look at you that you’re his
Absolutely lives for praise, but won’t ask for it
He does have some esteem issues, only because he feels as if he lives in the shadow of his father
So to have you tell him he’s the only one who can make you feel like this, that he’s the most beautiful elf you’ve ever seen, that you love him to death and back again, makes him hornier and more vocal
Likes being in charge, but once in a while will ask you if you want to be the more dominant role of the sex session
Loves seeing you wear jewelry he made for you
« That necklace suits you like a glove darling. Especially now, when you’re completely naked and under me. »
Afterwards, he cleans you both up and picks up a book to read, as he’s not really tired
He’ll read to you if you ask him, with a small smile on his face
Ends up looking at your face, admiring you, for the better part of the night, before falling asleep with his head in the juncture of your neck
@Caliawen