Tag: otp

Also Finarfin/Earwen because there’s never enough of it

“How is it an insult when your brother calls me your pearl?”

Eärwen pauses her fingers in Finarfin’s hair, the discarded silver comb at her feet and her lover’s head in her lap. “Because pearls start off as irritants inside the shells, and they must be coated smooth. Eventually the oyster turns the evasive grain of sand into a beautiful part of itself.”

“So I am the annoying Noldo grain of sand who you have softened with prettier words and manners until I fit in Alqualondë?”

Eärwen giggles. “And you might dissolve if dunked in vinegar.”

Finarfin twists his neck so he can look up her. “Where would I be immersed in vinegar?”

She runs a hand over his brow, pushing aside the almost iridescent golden hair. “Tirion is full of sour, quarrelsome people who make you unhappy to be around. It is better for you in Alqualondë. You should stay here. You are beautiful here.”

“Because I am with you, and you are more beautiful than any pearl.”

“You coat me with flattery, marilla.”

luthienelf:

Aegnor/Andreth

#1

“Now he will ever remember thee in the sun of morning,and that last evening by the water of Aeluin in which he saw thy face mirrored with a star caught in thy hair -”

#2

“But you are not for Arda.Whther you go may you find light.Await us there,my brother – and me.”

#3

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful 

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul 

I know you will, I know you will 

I know that you will 

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful 

tinuvicls:

Beren & Lúthien aesthetic
↳requested by anonymous,” in honor of the new book”

“The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

“There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled.
He walked along and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.”