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elves, spaceships, stories Tumblr: conundrumoftime Fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/users/eye_of_a_cat/works Tags: #RingsofPower #Doriath #MyFic

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Cat@eyeofacat.bsky.social · 24h ago

It would be SO NICE to get to exist in fandom without getting relentlessly followed around and whined about by the same people who are eternally mad at me for fuck knows what. I’m not in their Haladriel spaces, I don’t do ship events or anything any more, i’m not bothering them? just go away?

Cat@eyeofacat.bsky.social · 6d ago

Fic rec for a great little short story about a Ringwraith, ‘Always In This Twilight’ by DachOsmin: “She does not remember her name, or her father’s house, or how many children she bore her husband the king over the long span of her marriage to him.” archiveofourown.org/works/22711006

Always in this Twilight - DachOsmin - The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Erin@chandlerin.bsky.social · last wk.

When Gandalf finally does leave Rhûn, I hope he leaves a huge clusterfuck behind him, in order to justify and make hilarious the part of LOTR where he's like, "I'm called Gandalf in the North, Mithrandir in the South, Olorin in the West--" "And what about Ea--" "I DO NOT GO EAST."

Cat@eyeofacat.bsky.social · last wk.

You should always reread your old fics because half the time you’ll forget what you wrote and hey cool now you’ve got a fun new 2nd Age Eregion story to read written to your exact tastes!

There are bracelets on her arm that Celebrimbor made for her and rings upon her hands given by the mirdain - not by Annatar, she would not accept any gift from Annatar, but all there know it is Annatar's craft and Annatar makes sure to be there when the smiths bring their gifts, half in the shadows behind them, a too-careful look of vulnerable trepidation on his face. Celeborn wore one of the rings for a time. It was bronze set with dark green tourmaline the shade of holly leaves, a beautifully crafted work. It had a power of its own to strengthen growing things: the saplings he planted that year grew tall, and the sunflowers bloomed with double heads in ruffs of petals like lions' manes. But it whispered to him in the language of stone and deep mines and old vast halls long gone, in Annatar's voice and Celebrimbor's, saying this is but a beginning, saying there could be should be must be more - we could do so much more - we could be so much more. And he took it off and has not worn it since.