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I’ve read all ao3 Celegorm/Orome fanfics. I’m starving, ok?!
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What are your Tyeloromë hcs? I would love to hear them
Shamefully, not anything original, just a bunch of things I love from the other people's beautiful fanfics
My headcanons:
Turko meeting Orome for the first time in the woods one day, after exile to formenos, and impressing him with his wild self. He becomes a part of the Hunt, being taught by Orome to be a great hunter, getting lots of gifts, the bows, arrows and Huan. He spends most of his time outside, and they are getting very close, all the tension happening between them! I find the god and his loyal follower very interesting dynamic. Orome was the first to see the elves, I think he knows them better than other Valars, has connections and sentiments, so when Turko comes into picture, I think Orome gets attached to him esealy.
About his marriage to Vana: I think it should be at least an open one. They are immortal and living for so long, I think all of them would like to experiment (aside from those who doesn't partake in earthly pleasures, Manwe and Varda give me a big asexual vibe smh). I think Turko would interest Orome on a whole different level from the others with his fierceness, and even meanness. Orome seems very stable, unchanging as it said, like an unrelenting but impartial force of nature so opposite to chaoticness of Turko, i think that he will be drawn to him helplessly. And Tyelko is in awe of that godly creature, so powerful, but willing to hear him out, spend time together, help him expand all this pent up energy that is always bubbling inside of him.
I think after the darkening, Turko will be reluctant to leave, being torn between his family and love. I see the potential for the fight between them here: maybe Orome saying for him to leave, since it's his destiny and Turko bursting out with "fuck destiny, don't you want to fight for us? If I can't stay and you can't leave let's run away somewhere else", basically part on the bad note.
In Beleriand, they have met only through rare dreams with the help of Irmo, but Turko isn't sure that it's real. He is ashamed to face Orome, selfloathing more and more with time. When Huan leaves him, he's sure that Orome finally couldn't tolerate such a disgrace as himself anymore.
So he goes to Mandos with the resolve to stay there forever, but Orome isn't willing to let him hide there for eternity. He brings him out to face his wrongs and to make him leave it in the past.
Basically lots of agnst at that stage, it will be very hard for Turko to believe that Orome still loves him, and that he still loves Orome too.
I also headcanon that they both had other lovers as well, but this bond to each other is different from the rest, as they are such polar opposites drawn together.
Additionally, Turko has a lot of kinks in which Orome is very willing to indulge him in. I think Orome is a walking kink himself.
Anyway I just think they are neat! Wanna read 100500+ more fanfics about them...
When there’s a great hunt
Oromë x Celegorm
Oromë: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Celegorm.
Celegorm: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight!
Orome first going to Cuiviénen about to meet the elves.
In my headcanon he’s somewhat closer to elves than other valar, since he met them first and spent quite some time with them
I had to redraw this one, it's so spot on, op you are wonderful 😂
Simarillion random moments pt 2
Forget what I said. If he looses his father and little girl they're all even more screwed than before....
What if Nellas is actually Vána?
Beleriand is gone and Tol Himling remains. No one lives there, few dare to venture close. Even years later, the fortress feels like bitter grief and pained endurance.
The remaining Noldor– and there aren't many of them by the Second Age– start sailing there. It's not far from the shore; an easy enough journey, even for someone with little seafaring experience.
One day, someone– no one is sure who– takes one of the broken pieces of Himling's walls, carves Maedhros's name into it, and sets it as a tombstone. After that, more graves appear, slowly at first, then more quickly. Old battle-songs and tributes to the dead are carved and painted into the walls. Soon, the meadow around the old fortress is full of memorials, some made from the ruins, others lovingly crafted and brought from the mainland. For all the Noldor fought amongst themselves in the First Age, now their headstoens stand together. In the cemetery, the House of Finwe is united in death as it never was in life. Graves for Feanor and Fingolfin sit side-by-side in a sorrowful peace neither lived to see.
Himring stood on an icy mountaintop where the snow never melted, but Tol Himling does not. One spring the barren meadow blooms, red poppies and blue forget-me-nots. It flowers every year after, new hues and blossoms appearing annurally until the graves are surrounded by a colorful sea of flowers.
Not many Noldor choose to sail west– most that go back to Valinor go in death– but those that do leave tokens on Himling before they leave, broken weapons and battered armor. Maybe they do it to leave something with the dead who may never return from Mandos. Maybe they do it because like the dead, their fight in Middle-Earth has ended.
Men who sail by the island– always by, never to– are very sure that there are ghosts there. To them, the place seems strange and misted, and every figure there looks like a shade. They speak of a golden-haired warrior who spends hours talking to some of the graves, a king who dutifully cares for the tombstones, wiping away dust and moss, the strange dark-haired figure who comes every year to sow wildflower seeds. But those aren't the spirits of the Noldor dead. Only those who would remember them.
I like the idea that the Valar can grant boons to men or elves they favor. Sometimes visible– glowing markings, feathers, claws– and sometimes not. Attitudes of these blessings ranged from fear to reverence to jealousy, often reflecting opinions of the Valar more generally.
Galadriel's special treelight hair came from Finarfin. Finarfin got it as a result of Manwe's favor. Given how rare it was for Manwe to bestow such gifts, this caused quite a stir. Later, Morgoth would spread rumors that Manwe was trying to set Finarfin up as the new Noldor crown prince, bypassing Finwe's older children.
Namo gave Fingolfin a blessing, and no one was particularly sure why, Fingolfin included. The truth was that Namo had already foreseen Fingolfin's death, and wanted to give him the strength to let him wound Morgoth before falling to him. Namo has always felt a sense of responsibility for those who choose to come to his halls, even if he's powerless to change their fates.
Celegorm was blessed by Orome, given the kind of teeth and claws that a few of his best disciples had been granted over the years. Orome couldn't take those gifts back, so Celegorm kept them for all his life. You wouldn't know that looking at paintings of him, though, because none of them show him with the marks of Orome's hunt. Whether this was a choice made by him or by later revisionists trying to minimize his connection with the Valar is unknown.
Varda gave blessings to both Earendil and Gil-Galad in the final years of the First Age. Both of them are said to have shone like stars afterwards, and there were some darker rumors that like the hallowed Silmarils, they would burn any unholy flesh that touched them. Some speculated that the blessings were Varda's way of apologizing for leaving the elves to face Morgoth alone for so long.
Ulmo is probably the Vala who's given out the most blessings– Cirdan, Turgon, Finrod, and Tuor all recieved boons from him, among others. But everyone who's gotten blessings from Ulmo is weirdly secretive about it. There's lots of gossip floating around– Ulmo is the reason Cirdan has a beard, Ulmo is the reason Turgon is taller than Maedhros, Ulmo is the reason that everyone likes Finrod so much, actually everyone blessed by Ulmo gets gills and he has secret underwater meetings with them– you get the idea. Well, probably no reason to consider that last one. I can't imagine any of the Valar using their power for something that foolish.
There is fierce scholarly debate on whether Thingol received a blessing from Melian, and whether her descendants could, theoretically, do the same. Elrond would like everyone to please stop asking him about it. Elrond would also like everyone to please stop talking about Gil-Galad's hair turning silver after the two of them took a very normal hunting trip together.
(Multiple Valar have tried to take credit for just how amazingly luscious and wonderful Finwe's hair is. But no, that wasn't a blessing. He's just like that.)
Random Headcanons for Mahtan and his Grandsons
It seems like not many people talk about Mahtan, let alone his relationships with his grandsons, so I just felt like jotting down a handful of thoughts about them.
- Maedhros and the twins are his absolute pride and joy. He adores them. He calls all three of them “Russa” and always ruffles their hair when he sees them. To the casual observer, it would seem like they are the obvious Favorites. They are the ones he asks about first. His workshop is plastered with drawings of them made by their mother, and he loves showing off his favorites. He is super proud of every tiny thing they do, and even when they misbehave, he can’t stay mad at them for long. He brags about them to everyone he talks to. He dotes on them almost to the point of spoiling them. He loves to make them things, always out of copper: jewelry, circlets, play weapons and armor, anything they want. Maedhros in particular is his Little Prince, and the twins his Little Treasures.
- The one he’s most likely to get choked up over, though, is Maglor. He’s the one most similar to his mother, and even if he doesn’t have the red hair, every time Mahtan looks at his secondborn grandson, he sees his precious baby girl. He sees her in Maglor’s smile, in his mannerisms, those little gestures, a thousand subtle ways. Maglor isn’t a smith, but Mahtan sees the same joy in him when he’s writing and performing his songs as he did in Nerdanel when she was learning her art. He is there for every concert, every recital. He can listen to Maglor talk and sing for hours on end and never get tired or lose interest in what he’s saying. They may not have much overlap in hobbies, but they have the best conversations.
- Celegorm is his Little Buddy. He learned early on not to let Tyelko into his workshop, but he loves to play with him. He would give him piggyback rides all the time when he was little, and tickle fights, arm wrestling and other rough-house horseplay were common. They’d go on nature walks together and Celegorm’s constant chatter and excitement makes him laugh. Even if he’s otherwise busy, he always takes time to have fun with Celegorm.
- His relationship with Caranthir is a bit more mysterious. He teaches Caranthir how to channel his temper productively. He has a ready ear if he ever wants to talk, and Caranthir knows he can tell his grandpa anything and doesn’t have to worry about his reactions. Sometimes, they can just work beside each other on separate projects, never saying a word, but communicating in small ways. A hug from Grandpa Mahtan can always make Caranthir feel better if he’s unhappy about something.
- Curufin is his Little Helper. Whatever Mahtan is working on, Curufin wants to help. He brings Grandpa tools and equipment or helps clear away things no longer needed. He absorbs EVERYTHING Grandpa has to teach him and he’s eager to show off his ideas and projects. Curufin is the one full of questions and wanting to know how things work, and he is rapt with attention when Mahtan explains and demonstrates. He’s one of the people Curufin looks up to most, aside from his father.