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#aesthetic #fix tags later #home

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put those big brown eyes away dude now is NOT the time

#RúMel | Rúmil/Melpomaen; Rúmil/Figwit #FigwitPosting | crack

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I'm built different. like incorrectly i think

#FigwitPosting | Crack

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Hey friends, if you read or write any of these characters and would like to help a PhD student with a research project, check this out. Becca is doing some really cool things!

Haleth (Silmarillion)

Eärien (The Rings of Power)

Lothiriel of Dol Amroth

Aragorn and Arwen’s Daughters

#Tolkien

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THE LORD OF THE RINGS set design appreciation: ― Arwen's chamber

#HELLO YES I NEED DETAIL SHOTS LIKE THESE DESPERATELY #Trying to design elvish banners / rooms and LMAO it's a pain #Arwen #Elrond #Reference #The LotR | The Lord of the Rings

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#Tolkien Shitposting #Gimli #Legolas #Aragorn #lmaooo #I think Figwit would unironically send the Legolas ones tbh

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Glorfindel week: Day 1.

🌻 Glorfindel is the only child in the family. His childhood is filled with light, the attention of his parents and the laughter of his friends. He doesn't know yet that he will become a hero. He doesn't yet know that evil exists. But he believes that the World will remain like this forever. And if not, he will help him.

#Glorfindel #Tolkien Headcanons

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The Trial of the Golden Flower: Chapter One

The Golden Flower sleeps in the Halls of Mandos, unaware that he is dead.

It is a quiet place, and dark too, so that the dead may rest quietly without disturbance. It will be many, many years before they are woken.

"He must not be woken, Manwë," Námo says sternly, fixing him with a warning look. The two Valar linger just outside of the sleeper's chamber, Námo barring the Elder King from passing.

Manwë can only catch a glimpse of the Elf's golden curls around the corner, as still and bright as the metal it brings to mind. He is not breathing; his body perfectly still, now only a vessel for a dormant spirit that, if Námo has his way, will not stir until Arda is healed. Manwë pulls his gaze back to Námo, his brow furrowing. "So he is to be left like this - a corpse in a hall! He deserves more than this, for his valiant deeds. He deserves to be revived."

"It is against the laws of Life and Death to bring a dead soul back to life," Námo insists. "What you are suggesting is a cruelty, not a kindness. Please, leave him - he may wake if our disturbance is too great."

"What do you imagine he would say if he knew his life hung in the balance?" Manwë retorts.

"It is not his life that hangs in the balance, but his death," Námo reminds him. "Would you rob him of his rest, of the peace that he has earned, and thrust him back into that painful existence?"

Manwë's wings flutter agitatedly, and he glares at Námo - but the Lord of Death's pure white eyes stare back without a hint of relenting. "Why do you think he ought to be sent back, among all other heroes? His friend Ecthelion has recently found his own place here, yet I do not see you argue for his life."

Ecthelion drowned in a fountain, Manwë thinks sullenly, but of course he would never say this. "...Never before has a Balrog been slain by an Elf," he says. "Not even Fëanor could manage it. The Elves have suffered long at Melkor's hands, and perhaps we ought to send them a warrior who can protect them, one who is not so limited in the ways he is permitted to interfere."

"So to send them that warrior, you would break your own limitations to interfere."

Manwë hesitates. "Yes."

Námo looks long and hard at him, weighing his words carefully; Manwë has always been the heart of the Valar, but Námo is its mind. Though Manwë may rule them, he has always listened well to Námo's counsel, for he too saw the value in logic.

But sometimes, thinks a small part of him, the head must bow down to the heart.

He sighs. "Manwë, what you are suggesting has never before been done, or even considered - but since you are both my friend and my King, I will do as you ask and reembody this Elf before the Great Healing."

He lets his sentence drop like a gavel in the air, and Manwë smiles brilliantly - but his exultation quickly fades into confusion when Námo does not step away from the door.

"Well?" Manwë asks, gesturing his taloned hand toward the sleeping Elf behind them. Here Námo smiles, though his skin is so transparent that Manwë can hardly see it.

"On one condition," the Lord of Death says, raising a glassy finger. "You must convince me that this Elf is worthy of a second walk upon Arda."

Manwë's face twists. "Haven't I already?"

"You have persuaded me to consider your proposition, but now the battle moves from my heart to his." He turned to the still Elf in the chamber. "Make me want to revive him."

For a moment, both Valar glare at each other, light and dark, neither willing to give in.

"I accept your challenge," Manwë finally says. "Now ... Where to begin?"

Here is my first piece for @glorfindelweek! I know it's late, I was really pressed for time, and also had to think of something quick. Think of this as a prologue to the rest of my works, which will be about Manwë and Námo deciding whether or not Glorfindel should be revived - as the only Elf this has ever happened to (I believe) it is a very big decision!

If you'd like to be part of a taglist, let me know! I hope you enjoy!

#Glorfindel #Tolkien Writing #Manwe #Namo #👀

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discerning the news via increase in particular repeated punchlines and leitmotifs in the jokes

#unironically one of the ways Lindir and Gildor get news #FigwitPosting | Crack

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#Tolkien Shitposting #the 6th age gets wild okay

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the feminine urge to disguise yourself as a man and ride to minas tirith to die in battle with honour

#The LotR | The Lord of the Rings #Eowyn #Faramir #Tolkien Shitposting

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Erestor & Glorfindel | To Middle-earth, by Telerin ships vs The Grinding Ice

#feanorian!Erestor #//you dropped this my liege 👑 #Glorfindel #Erestor #Tolkien Art

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𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕟

#Erestor #Feanorian!Erestor #the LotR | the Lord of the Rings

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@glorfindelweek

Glorfindel Week Day 1: Valinor | Childhood | Family

Little Glorfindel|Laurefindele with his father Ingil (Ingwion) on the mountaincastle of Taniquetil where many Vanyar live, where Glorfindels grandfather Ingwe lives. He grows up with wind in his hair and the clear voices of his people around him, with a loving family that shelters him, until his own ambitions carry him away to Tirion, where his mother Findis is from, and where his aunt Elenwe lives.

#Tolkien Art #Tolkien Headcanons #Glorfindel #Ingwion

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Growing Up and Mortality: Peter Pan and Tolkien’s Elves

And those among us who have known the Eldar, and maybe have loved them, say on our side: “There is no weariness in the eyes of the Elves.” And we find that they do not understand the saying that goes among Men: too often seen is seen no longer. And they wonder much that in the tongues of Men the same word may mean both “long-known” and “stale”.

[..]“Grown-up children” we, the guests, sometimes call you, my lord […]

Andreth, throwing shade like a Pro.

“[…] only the gay and innocent and heartless that can fly”.

“[…] so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.”

Peter Pan. J.M. Barrie

Keep reading

#Tolkien Headcanons #elves #//not to be dramatic but this analysis haunts my waking dreams

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//if you saw that no you didn't

//did I fkn post that glorfindel drawing twice wtf

#ooc | out of cheesecake

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//did I fkn post that glorfindel drawing twice wtf

#ooc | out of cheesecake