#LOTRO Captain

[rannadylin]

On the left, Shire-Hobbit Corbous. On the right, River-Hobbit Wendelind. Login screen poses at their default zoom-in so this ought to be how they'd measure up side by side. She really is a tall tiny lady!

#also there's a good chance i will end up shipping them :-D #wendelind #river-hobbit captain #corbous the lotro brawler #lotro #lord of the rings online #river-hobbits

[rohirric-hunter]

Hathellang, doing the Ost Forod questline: Hold up. What you're telling me that a criminal put out a price on my head.

Basil Gummidge: Yes, that's what the wanted poster is about.

Hathellang: And you, a lawman, are offering to help me get rid of it.

Basil Gummidge: Well, yes, you've helped us a great deal and it's just not fair for --

Hathellang: This is downright bizarre.

Basil Gummidge: What makes you say that?

Hathellang: ... Don't worry about it.

#lotro #it occurred to me one day #as i was doing some worldbuilding around bree and backstory for hathellang #that hes definitely been targeted for recruitment by the blackwolds and other gangs around there #and he didnt join up but he knows how it works #and for the most part hes a good profile for that sort of lot #and man are there a lot of quest in evendim that are like. 'take out the leader of this specific gang' #and man how easy would that be if you just. joined the gang. got close to him. took him out when no one was looking. framed someone else #so yeah i think he does a lot of those quests and thats exactly how he handles it up until he gets caught #basil gummidge: you never did tell me how you took out all those brigand captains #hathellang: DONT WORRY ABOUT IT

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

#lotro #gear #weapons #bows #item rarity: rare #penghest #this bow is rumoured to have once belonged to a great captain of doriath before beleriand fell into the sea #borne by the long tides to the shores of middle-earth

[poetry-draws]

hello! i love your lotro art so much!! especially lothrandir, he looks so huggable! have you ever drawn captain-general daerdan of annúminas? seems like he'd be a cool dude :D

he's very cool! gives great hugs. nicest guy around, until you hurt one of his kinsmen

#lotro #captain general daerdan of annuminas #daerdan #i love him your honor

[halcyon-drift]

Serenity - Lord of the Rings Online

#Lord of the rings Online #Lotro #Fishing #MMO #PC Gaming #Captain

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

dev diaries for captain & warden are up on lotro.com :D

warden is about what i expected i think? yellow line going the same way as minstrel's yellow line and trying to buff blue a bit. dunno how i feel about the captain changes yet tho- will have to see how it actually works ingame

#lotro #it is. difficult for warden to tank on par with guard/capt no matter what they wish for it #i've seen a couple ppl do it but it was Hard #captain gets to retain all three of its trait lines at least #there's a thread on reddit with more concrete stuff about the captain changes but idk how official it's gonna end up being

[find-the-path]

Oc-tober Day 17 - Legend - Lastadron

It was perhaps impolite to barge into a person's private rooms without permission, and even downright stupid to do so with an Elf-lord's private rooms. Lastadron would like to think that this was a special occasion.

"What do you know about Angmar's champion?"

Laerdan didn't jump (not that Lastadron had really thought he would) but rather looked up with a mildly surprised expression, which quickly turned to concern.

"What on earth happened to you?" For anyone else, it might have been an emphatic, the hell?

“Yesterday--- you said something about Angmar having a champion. What do you know about her?

Laerdan didn’t react right away--- which was fair, considering Lastadron’s appearance.

He hadn’t been conscious when the blood-sworn had dragged him from Minas Deloth and dumped him in the wilds of Himbar, but they or their mistress apparently had something of a sense of humor. He’d been dressed in what was either Angmarim ceremonial robes or perhaps a demented bedsheet. It was long, tattered, blood-red, and did not in the least fit. 

His own clothes had been nowhere to be seen, and as he hadn’t crossed paths with any Ranger besides Areneth on his breakneck trek through Gath Forthnír, he was still dressed in them.

After only a moment, however, Laerdan focused, and a crease appeared in his brow as he concidered Lastadron’s words.

“I know much of her, my friend, but what has happened to you? Those are the robes of acolytes in the service of Angmar.”

Good to know.

Lastadron sighed. His blood was still fizzling from the horrific spectacal he had been witness to, and his mind had not yet fully cleared of the strange fog.

“A long story,” he said.

It was only nearly an hour later, dressed in spare clothes of the Rangers’, that Lastadron was at last able to tell his tale in full. Of the strange, winding journey into that dread tower, he said little, but spoke in length of the meeting hall, the rows of fell spirits, the palantír, and at last the uncloaking of Sara Oakheart and the conference with the Lidless Eye.

When at last he fell silent, his throat was dry and the room dead silent. Only Golodir, Laerdan, and two of the most senior Rangers of the Second were present here in Golodir’s own chambers, and every one focused entirely on him. Lastadron self-consciously took a sip of the water he had been supplied with, and his jiggling hands stilled somewhat.

One of the Rangers, Maerchiniath, at last spoke up. “If this is the same Amarthiel of which our legends speak, at the battle of Fornost---”

“It is.” Laerdan’s face was pale, and tense.

“Fell news,” Golodir, of them all, looked the least affected, still as grimly determined as ever. “She has a palantír, you saw? The same Mordirith kept?”

Lastadron nodded, and turned once more to Laerdan. “You said you knew much of this Amarthiel, and the rest of you know her name. Who is she?”

“She was Angmar’s champion, in the days of its rising.” Laerdan’s voice came slow, and his gaze directed into the fire. “All through the Witch-king’s conquest of Eriador, she marched with his forces, fought with his minions, and before her, the good people of the North quailed. The armies of Angmar marched behind her on Fornost, and Fornost fell.

“Yet Eärnur came out of the South, and Glorfindel from the East, and together their forces retook that great city. History records that she was defeated upon the fields of battle that day, by an unknown Elf, and I had thought her dead. But now, you say she has arisen again in might.” he fell silent, staring into the fiery depths of the hearth.

“This Sara Oakheart,” Golodir spoke again, “She has shed her guise at last, but why did she bear it at all? She was there, that day, when Mordirith was felled, but she did not come to his aid, nor even appeared before the palantír was unguarded. ...Is she allied with him, or isn’t she? And if she is as mighty as you recall, Laerdan, then why has she not risen to strike us all down, here in her own land where none might know?”

A faint shudder passed around the small room, and the fire, the only light to be had this deep in the caverns, sent ominous shadows scurrying about the corners. The two Rangers, Brúnfair and Maerchiniath, regarded their captain warily, but he heeded them not, fierce gaze levelled solely on Laerdan until the Elf at last looked up.

“The majority of Amarthiel’s power, they say, came from a mighty ring: Narchuil, forged by the Gwaith-i-Mírdain in their days under Antheron. Few alive still remember this, and most pass it off as fantasical horror-story. Still, the tale has the right of it. Not a Ring, as Sauron himself helped to forge, and still not one of the Three Rings of Elves, that Celebrimbor himself wrought in secret. A lesser ring, by all account, but evil, and one that could lend devestating power to its bearer.”

“Could? Did she lose it?” Lastadron said, and immediately found himself subject to the full force of Laerdan’s ancient gaze.

“Yes, she lost it, that day upon Fornost hill, but it was not destroyed, and I believe she must seek it still, for her only power without it is the loyalty of her minions, great though that is.”

“What happened to it?” This time it was Brúnfair who voiced the question.

“It was broken, they say, and hidden, but where none know, not even Amarthiel. She has in her possession a palantír now, though, and with it she will learn of its location with time. I am afraid there is little we can do regarding that.”

A silence fell on the chamber then, of consideration and brooding. At last Golodir rose, and drew aside the rough-hewn door that led to the rest of Gath Forthnír. A dim, torchlit hallway lay beyond, and the faint echo of voices could be heard somewhere down it.

“You have endured a great trial,” he said gravely to Lastadron, and as if drawn by his words a wave of exhaustion passed over him. “Rest, and take food. We will plan our next move.”

Areneth, now off duty from the surface, led him to one of the cavernous barracks that housed the Rangers, and he passed out nearly immediately upon lying down. He did not sleep well, though, and his dreams were troubled.

#lotro #lotro spoilers #for volume I angmar stuff #lastadron #laerdan #golodir #having only just recently redid this on a new alt #it refused to stay in my brain and fester #btw the second or second company is generally how i refer to the rangers lost in angmar #because i have a long and detailed headcanon regarding how the rangers are organized #specifically in the north downs #and golodir is the captain of the second company of the north downs #oc-tober 2022 #legend #salt and light

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

was messing around on pinterest a little bit for a Project and decided to make this too

#lotro #lotr oc #lotro oc #sae stuff #i like this one WAY better than the other one i made ages ago #idk if it's the format or color scheme or what #but the fact remains i like it a lot #anyway if you happen to be unfamiliar with sae; she's my lotro gondorian captain

[vakarians-babe]

Songfic Tag Game

Rules: Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

I was tagged by the lovely @shivunin! I really enjoyed this one. Tagging @bitchesofostwick @isayashai @zevrn @creaking-skull @ghostwise @shahrazade but as always, there is absolutely zero pressure.

I have 34 fics posted in total over on my AO3 page, so I'm not going to do all of them, but I will be doing more recent ones and some of my favorites. I will also say the songs and their connections to the fics are a mix of vibes and lyrics.

Not My Type: Darmas Pollaran, inveterate womanizer and expert sabacc player, is not Corso's favorite person--especially when it comes to his attitude towards a certain Smuggler Captain. (SWTOR, rated T, 1.5k)

Paper Planes by M.I.A.

What a Smuggler Deserves: Corso can't stand Taris, and that bottle of liquor isn't going to drink itself. If only he were better at not spilling his feelings the moment he's tipsy. (SWTOR, rated G, 1.7k)

Mona Lisa by Dominic Fike

Wayward Jedi: Talira Virali has been hiding on Nar Shaddaa since the Purge, but ten years is a long time to stay hidden, and time is about to be up, thanks to a certain Bracca scrapper turned Jedi. (J:FO, rated T, 1k)

Dear Dictator by Saint Motel

Remembered: Cal asks Lira why they still have their padawan braid, after all these years. The answer is complicated. (J:FO, rated T, 1.4k)

The War by SYML

Salving Touch: After Mizora's punishment, Wyll cannot sleep. Luckily enough, neither can Dearbhla. (BG3, rated G, 1.2k)

Final Days by Ben Thornewill

Frail Hope: A discovery on the road to the Harpers' ambush shakes Dearbhla. (BG3, rated T, 1.3k)

Small Hands by Radical Face

Waterproof: Things do not go as planned during Duke Ravengard's rescue mission. (BG3, rated T, 1.8k)

Cover Me in Roses by Holden Laurence

Lipstick: Iona Shepard wears lipstick, and it's an oh-so familiar shade of red. (ME, rated T, 1.3k)

Weights & Measures by Dry the River

What to Do: While Iona recovers, Garrus waits. (ME, rated G, 1k)

Siúil, a Rún by Clannad

Dancing Beneath the Holly Trees: Narmeleth likes to tease her lover. Lathuilas likes to watch her dance. (LOTRO, rated G, 0.5k)

Rilke Song by aeseaes

Whither Thou Goest: Lathuilas is bound to Narmeleth, by love and by promise, but even she cannot follow her into the west. (LOTRO, rated T, 0.8k)

Tears of Nimrodel by Chance Thomas

The Lions of House Cousland: As cousins, the future of House Cousland rests upon Talvinder and Savreen. Now, with their family and their home in ashes, they must fight both the Darkspawn and their grief in order to find that which they once thought a certainty: a future. (DA:O, rated M, 250k)

Masters of War by Judy Collins

Love Me Sweet: Varric wants Elodie. He wants them unreservedly, unashamedly, and unremittingly. (DA:2, rated E, 2.6k)

Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley

Elfroot and Tears: Both Cullen and La'ara are afraid of what the Arbor Wilds hold for them. (DA:I, rated T, 1.5k)

Bronwyn and Arondir by Bear McCreary

The Calling: Alistair may be king, but he is still a Grey Warden. And when the others begin to hear the Calling, he does too. (DA:O and DA:I, rated T, 1.2k)

Panic Attack by Liza Anne

#me tagging folks i know write good #hi whats up #tag game #laura writes #shivunin #songfic tag game #also very specifically i have to say dear dictator is an anakin and vader song and its there bc of the way vader's specter haunts lira #love me sweet is the only one that was actually inspired by the song accompanying it SDJKHBFSJKD #picking just one song for lions is also a huge challenge bc i have like a four hour playlist for it AND a fledgling playlist for the sequel #star wars #lotro #dragon age #mass effect #bg3

[a-lonely-dunedain]

so when I heard about the new Mariner class in lotro I got to thinking, "man, Mariners would hate Moria. they'd be stuck, landlocked, underground, away from the stars and fresh air and open water sailors are always waxing poetically about. Mariner PCs would not have much fun in Moria At All."

"................what if my Mariner when to Moria"

anyway meet Ciriondil! my very lost, very landlocked, and very broke (former?) sea-captain!

After a storm blew his ship off course and far, far north, he was kidnapped by Dourhand pirates and brought to Kheledûl, presumably to be sold to their goblin allies. Luckily that didn't happen, as he was rescued by Longbeards and brought back to Thorin's Hall to recover.

Now he's half a continent away from home, with no money, no ship, and the fate of his beloved crew unknown. He helps the Longbeards in their fight with the Dourhands for a while, partially for revenge and partially for money (in the hopes of buying a new ship so he can Go Home). But pretty soon he hears of an expedition to reclaim a lost dwarf kingdom, and the promise of great riches to be found there! a prefect opportunity, he thought, though he still wasn't thrilled about the prospect of spending so much time underground.

he sets off to join the Iron Garrison along with a dwarf burglar named Arztok who seems friendly enough, although he is rather cagey about his past...

As far as his personality goes he's generally level-headed and protective, with a great fondness for dad-jokes (although he never had children of his own)

eventually he and Arztok will join up with Ealwar and Rodigrin, and do the Moria epic line (and possibly beyond with Gundabad and the like) together! expect more info about them soon-ish :)

#lotro #lotro oc #Ciriondil

[sniperct]

hullo! I suppose I've just been curious about Ithilrin, your elf OC. How did she get started? What universe(s?) is she a part of?

So for years my wife and I have taken our LOTRO characters and played and RP'd with them in various AUs and universes before we started to write something original with them (in a sort of technomagic type setting with fae, elves and humans(there's a human city that's more advanced in tech and certain kinds of magics, while the fae courts are high magic with some tech, and the elves are more like wood elves and traditionally naturey. But are related to fae. There are also dark fae which play an important role), along with air aspected dwarves). These are elves and rangers and regular folks who all kind of became interconnected over time playing the game and writing them.

And as we were writing some of this in that setting she just kind of popped into my head and announced her existence as the younger sister of two of our elves (granted she's still many thousands of years old, 8200 in LOTRO, 2800 in the original setting)). She ended up filling in some key missing bits in their backstory and is now firmly one of my favorite OCs. Everything tends to revolve around her siblings and her (and their immediate circle which ended up with several polycules)

So was easily backfilled into LOTRO and quickly spread to other MMOs I play lol this got long. But her most filled out settings are LOTR and the original universe. I don't actually play her in FF14 but she's a viera there, I did roll her up.

In the original setting (which is super self-indulgent ngl) she was presumed to be dead for a few thousand years, due to being run through by her father but had been revived from near death and working with a group that was uh, they do a kind of ritualistic sex work. Magic that improves the harvest and the planting, and also a lot of general therapy type stuff. (in hindsight, the companions from firefly and Inara in particular may have played a subconscious role in developing Rin).

Because of that and assorted past trauma's she's a champion of consent/safe words, and a very do-what-you-want-but-don't-harm-others kind of person.

In most settings she's a noble at best (in LOTRO she's the High Elf race, specifically a Noldor from Valinor. High Elves in LOTR are those that saw the light of the trees).

In the original setting she and her siblings are the heirs to the Lunar court and also aspects of assorted concepts and gods. Her brother is the chosen of war, her sister is death, and she's chosen of the moon. Chosen in this universe act as both high priestesses and also vessels of their goddess(sun/moon/various seasons, etc) and will all eventually replace their goddesses by taking their power into themselves, but as themselves rather than being deities themselves.

So right now she's the Queen. Her brother is older but he married the Sun chosen so is king there now. Her sister was removed from the line of succssion. I could go into all the other characters (like the mermaid pirate captains and the messengers called the Crows and Lomea the Queen of the summer court who long time followers may have seen in other forms ;) Or Rin's brother in law who has the gift of seeing the past clearly.

And then there's the heir to the abyss who's mother is the mother of monsters and rules over the city that is the last safe place for the dark fae and adheres to darkness doesn't necessarily mean evil)

So they need to replace their gods and then kill God himself because he keeps 'restarting' time since nothing goes right and there's always darkness. So that'll be fun. Oh but first they have to kill their father, who's basically satan, three times as was foreseen. And then the fatesinger (this was before endwalker lmao) will speak and undo the world so they can sing in a new world, imperfect, but a world of their choosing. And darkness must exist for there to be light, etc etc. The mother of monsters is very invested in making sure there's room for her and her kind in this world. (and they have to kill god before remaking the world, or before he remakes it, of course)

(Illidan voice: I AM MY SCARS)

Her lover is an elf who's a wolf-spirit/shifter and said shifter's twin sister is also often involved, while also being with the Summer chosen maiden.

(My PFP is Ryscewen, aspect of Chaos, and one of the few who remembers the worlds that came before. (She started out as Fox in another original setting my wife created many years ago that we would like to also finish some day) her love is raven, who is the fatesinger who cannot speak because if she does it will kill those around her. Hence when she speaks it will end the world)

She became, in a way, a vessel for exploring darker and more taboo subjects

#ithilrin starfall #celestials #this rambled a lot #and probably makes no coherent sense #sorry lol

[rannadylin]

River-Hobbits: Kill lots of wolves in order to show your fishing prowess!

#lotro #lord of the rings online #river-hobbits #wendelind #river-hobbit captain

[rohirric-hunter]

Also 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

#lotro #spoilers of umbar #this guy seems vaguely captain classed #is this like a direct equivalent to any cappy skill?

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

#lotro #lone lands #oddities #journal of captain rabghul -- page 1 #a page from captain rabghuls journal found in the caverns beneath the forsaken inn

[princecharmingtobe]

I have once again installed LOTRO, and am wanting to make a new character, but am conflicted about the class...

I want to make a rider or Rohan, but am torn between Captain and Champion... Any thoughts?

Hm, or maybe warden...? hm....

#lotro #lord of the rings online

[ravencounsellor]

Erestor’s Imprisonment in Amon Fuin

(tw: torture)

In the year 3436 of the Second Age, during the Last Alliance, Erestor continued his work as spymaster for Gil-Galad. He took many different missions across the plains of Gorgoroth, one of which went terribly wrong.

While tracking the Witch-King and attempting to gather intelligence about him - as well as assassinate him if the opportunity presented itself - Erestor was led into a trap by a planted note with fake meeting coordinates. A prisoner who spotted him sneaking around ratted him out in hopes of freeing themselves/bettering their conditions. The elf was ambushed and taken to Amon Fuin, a fortress within a few short miles of Barad-Dur.

Amon Fuin held many prisoners, and whilst there Erestor steeled himself against a substantial amount of torture as Black Numenoreans & orc captains attempted to gain information from him. For over a month the Noldo didn’t break, and eventually Sauron sent the Witch-King in an attempt to break Erestor’s will; Sauron met Erestor in his days as Annatar, and knew that the spymaster of Gil-Galad held valuable information, potentially even regarding the Three Rings. Sauron had one personal request, though, his regards to Erestor; he wanted one of the elf’s eyes brought back to him.

And so it was that when the fortress came under attack by Gil-Galad’s forces a day later, Erestor was found in the dungeons of Amon Fuin, unbroken in mind but his body maimed. Elrond was able heal all but one wound; the spymaster’s right eye was cruelly taken from him by the hand of the Witch-King, and not even the Valar could heal what was done. Erestor was left half-blind, and he retreated from the open field and stayed at Gil-Galad’s right hand as a strategist until the war was ended in S.A. 3441.

Erestor kept his injury hidden under bandages during his recovery period. If anyone asked, his eye was to remain covered at all times by Elrond’s orders in order to heal properly. All the ashes would be detrimental to the healing process, you see? By the time Imladris was a properly settled home, only a trusted few remained in Middle Earth who knew Erestor’s secret. In those early years a prosthetic eye was made for the counsellor by one of the last surviving craftsman of Eregion, her last commission before she sailed West.

images cr. to LoTRO

#torture tw #headcanon