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rannadylin · 3 hours
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helloooo congrats once again on 600 followers!!!! could i prompt you with valacar/vidumavi + #9 (in public) from the kiss prompts? tyvm beloved <3
In the afternoons they liked, when they could, to spend time with the children as a family. Valacar had duties aplenty with which to occupy himself, and his household was not wanting for nurses and servants; but he would not give up these brief hours for anything. Today it was warm and clear, and they had decided to sit on the rooftop garden as the children played.
Vidumavi was dressed very lightly and simply, in a loose white dress: she was not yet accustomed to the heat of Osgiliath in the summer, which felt to her often oppressive, and this pregnancy had been harder on her than the two she had undergone in cool Rhovanion. Guilt twisted anew in Valacar’s heart to remember it – how carefree had been her smile, then, how light her footstep, how merry and unrestrained her golden laugh!
Yet she was cheerful even now, his gracious lady, bending down obligingly to examine the earthworm their son had found amid the flowers, and encouraging their small daughter when her clumsy little fingers struggled with the daisy-chain she was making.
“Eldacar,” Valacar called. “Come here – come to Ada.” He held out his arms.
Eldacar cast him an uncertain look. He was not yet fully accustomed to his new name – hard, to explain to a five-year-old that his very name would bring down suspicious eyes upon him, and that he must give it up if he had any hope of ever being beloved. Again Valacar wondered whether he had done the right thing.
His sister cast aside her daisies and burst into tears.
“Sweet!” Vidumavi exclaimed. She bent with some difficulty, and picked the child up, and then murmured to her in her own tongue, “I think it was very beautiful, even if it did break, darling.”
Valacar bit his lip. “Eldacar,” he said, in clear, enunciated Westron, “will you not show me your worm, too?”
His eldest was good-natured above all, and disinclined to hold a grudge. After a moment’s deliberation he toddled over to Valacar, and presented his treasure; and Valacar, his heart swelling with relief, crouched down to marvel over the earthworm clutched in Eldacar’s grubby little fist, and surreptitiously inhale the baby-sweet scent of his hair as he did so.
Of course they were not truly alone. You could never be alone, if you were the only son of the Prince-Regent of Gondor, and had married a foreign princess beside: there were eyes on Valacar and his small family everywhere they went. Even now passers-by in the street below were slowing their steps, eager to catch a glimpse of the unconventional little family, and murmur to each other about the slight swell of Vidumavi’s stomach (for true-blooded Númenoreans did not often bear children in such quick succession) and perhaps to learn for themselves whether the boy who would one day be their King was, in looks at least, one worthy of them.
“Look, Eldacar,” Valacar murmured in his ear. “Look over your city. Is it not fair in the sunlight? You will rule over it all, one day.”
If he said it enough times, he could make it true, breathe some of his own long life into his boy’s veins, make it so that he would endure long enough to inherit his due.
Vidumavi was watching him with very soft eyes. Balancing their daughter on her hip, she came to stand beside him, the afternoon sunlight on her fair hair crowning her with gold. She took his hand in her cool one. “Is all well?” she murmured.
“Yes,” said Valacar, needing it to be so; and, conscious of the many eyes below them, the city of his boyhood transformed suddenly into a watchful stranger, he dipped his head to kiss her warm sweet mouth, and the summer breeze lifted their hair, raven and gold, and sent it mingling behind them like a war-banner; and they stood like that until their daughter began to squirm and Eldacar, bored, wandered off to play in the dirt again.
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rannadylin · 7 hours
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Been meaning to share this for ages - an absolutely beautiful commission of Andreth and Aegnor done for me by the lovely @neldeathstar. Thank you so very much again! 🥰🥰🥰
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rannadylin · 15 hours
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This is Coffee Cat. She's a sentient cup of coffee that decided she wanted to be a cat when the coffee shop she was in was hit with a magic spell. She's still made of liquid and she lives in her favorite pink cup.
She's made of strong black coffee with five sugars. Powerful and very sweet! ☕🐈‍⬛
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rannadylin · 17 hours
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To anyone who believes fairy tale romances never happen in real life, may I remind you that JRR and Edith Tolkien met and experienced a forbidden love in their youth, and then were separated for five whole years because of his guardian’s rules that he could not date till he was 21, and she got engaged to someone else only because she assumed he’d forgotten her and lost hope that she could ever be with him, but then on his 21st birthday, he wrote her a letter saying he still loved her and wanted to marry her, she responded basically saying ‘if I’d known you hadn’t left me on the shelf, I would never have said yes to anyone else,’ then a week later she greeted him at the train station and then immediately dumped her fiancé, and they got married and she converted to his religion and danced for him in a flowering field far away from the trenches into which he was drafted, which left such an impression that he crafted an entire story about the most beautiful maiden in the world who danced in the woods and made enormous sacrifices to be with the man she loved, and they had four kids and remained faithful to each other and blissfully grew old together and their gravestones are now marked with the names of that same fictional couple that he created, who broke every rule and overcame every possible obstacle to be together and get a happy ending, who only did all that because he based it all on their own real love story.
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rannadylin · 18 hours
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Anyway here’s a poem I wrote about my cat
After “Do not stand at my grave and weep”, author disputed:
Do not stand at your bowl and meow. I gave you food. It’s in there now. I feed you at the dawning light, I feed you at the fall of night. I feed you kibbles mixed with meat And wet food for a special treat. I feed you even though you scoff At all the food within your trough. I feed you and still yet you yell Like as a beast from deepest hell. Do not stand at your bowl and cry. I gave you food. You will not die.
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rannadylin · 19 hours
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rannadylin · 19 hours
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Ahahaha, my Boromir Lives sticker got contested by Warner Brothers and Redbubble took it down! What the balls!
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I'm contesting it, of course, and they really don't have a leg to stand on because I literally have other stickers that say Boromir Lives and they've left those up. The Boromir Lives contingent won't be silenced! You cannot bury us!
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rannadylin · 23 hours
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Happy Valentines Day!
It’s been too long since I’ve painted anything from Tolkien’s universe so decided to remedy that with my favourite couple from The Silmarillion: Beren and Luthien.
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rannadylin · 24 hours
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Aeria is so close to done! I finished knitting and blocked it; now I just need to trim the color change ends which you can see dangling...
Gonna wear this for Easter I think :-D
My life exploded and took out WIP Wednesday as collateral damage but we are BACK, baby! And that means it is time to
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If you don’t want to see the reblogs on your dash, block the tag Wednesday dashswamp
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rannadylin · 24 hours
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People who knit and or crochet, I have a dilemma
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rannadylin · 1 day
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Which of these magical items would you rather own? You can't sell, trade, or rent it. Also it's 100% guaranteed that the item will never get lost or break.
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I fucking hate when people say stuff like this. Especially when it's on a generally good post with valuable information. On the one hand I want to share that information because it could genuinely help someone; on the other, I don't want to spread this type of guilt-tripping and shaming and potentially trigger someone else like me. It's a lose-lose situation. No matter what I do, I am going to feel guilty. No matter what I do, I will feel like a terrible person. It sucks and I just wish people would stop doing this. I know it's shocking, but it is actually possible to make an important and useful post without guilting everyone that sees it into sharing.
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rannadylin · 1 day
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I love this damn goober sm
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rannadylin · 2 days
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New Redbubble designs!!
I have a new batch of Redbubble designs for you, including new characters--Faramir, Merry, Pippin, and Gandalf! As an added bonus, Redbubble is currently offering free shipping on all stickers!
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Faramir's beautiful quote, available as a sticker or journal.
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Obligatory Boromir Lives design (put that iconic shield to proper use!), and ranger Aragorn under the Corona Borealis, or Northern Crown constellation.
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Set of stickers partially inspired by my Fellowship Characters Visiting National Parks breakdown, featuring Gandalf, Pippin, and Merry!
Check 'em all out! I'm always working on others, so don't despair if your favorite character isn't there yet. I'll also try to get some of these on other types of merchandise.
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rannadylin · 2 days
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And Sauron urged the King to cut down the White Tree, Nimloth the Fair, that grew in his courts, for it was a memorial of the Eldar and of the light of Valinor…
…and Isildur said no word, but went out by night and did a deed for which he was afterwards renowned. For he passed alone in disguise to Armenelos and to the courts of the King, which were now forbidden to the Faithful; and he came to the place of the Tree, which was forbidden to all by the orders of Sauron, and the Tree was watched day and night by guards in his service.
At that time Nimloth was dark and bore no bloom, for it was late in the autumn, and its winter was nigh; and Isildur passed through the guards and took from the Tree a fruit that hung upon it, and turned to go. But the guard was aroused, and he was assailed, and fought his way out, receiving many wounds; and he escaped, and because he was disguised it was not discovered who had laid hands on the Tree.
But Isildur came at last hardly back to Rómenna and delivered the fruit to the hands of Amandil, ere his strength failed him. Then the fruit was planted in secret, and it was blessed by Amandil; and a shoot arose from it and sprouted in the spring. But when its first leaf opened then Isildur, who had lain long and come near to death, arose and was troubled no more by his wounds.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, Akallabêth, The Silmarillion
The Life of Isildur: 1/10
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