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#Lord of the rings: the return of the king
dagordagorath · 1 day
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And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the city, a crock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, reeking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death, was coming with the dawn.
And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin's sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing.
Rohan had come at last. 4k
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tolkien-povs · 2 days
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You, a human, wouldn't go to war over a "handful of gems," but your King, an elf, absolutely would. Ironically, that elf's kindred used to hate another elven kindred that did practically the same thing.
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inkydeeeeeeew · 17 hours
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So like, I'm reading Return of the King and Faramir is kind of a total chad. But like, just in a straight talking, no bullshitting kind of way. He's like, Eowyn, not only are you hot, you're awesome, and we should go out, but even if we don't, we should definitely hang out. In this garden of the Houses of Healing. And she's like, Aragorn will never love me and I missed my chance to die in battle, so I guess we can hang out. So they hang out and they both get better, but then he leaves to do his job as Steward of Gondor and she starts getting sick again and Eomer calls Eowyn back to Rohan to prepare for Aragorn's coronation, but she declines. Faramir finds out she's getting sick again, so he goes to see her and he's like, there are only 2 reasons why you're still around and she's like, I do not have the fucking TIME for riddles. Speak plainly. And he's like, either you're staying here because you're avoiding Aragorn's coronation OR you're staying here because...I am here. And I hope it's the second reason. And she's like, uh... I don't have time for Aragorn's pity and I've lost all chance of valor because the war is over. And Faramir is like, uh... actually you killed a ring wraith, so like, you've already won valor? And she's like, oh and I guess you want to tell everyone you tamed a shield maiden of Rohan because you couldn't find a nice Dunedain girlie, and he's like, actually I would literally LOVE to tell people that. Also, Aragorn is the softest guy, so don't look down on his pity because he's got a really big heart and he simply can't help it. And she's like...fine. Deal. And he's like, YOU HEAR THAT, BOYS?! EOWYN'S MOVING OUT OF THE HOUSES OF HEALING CUZ I GOT HER ALL FIXED UP NOW.
1. I like, I HIGHLY identify with Faramir being this matter of fact with a romantic partner.
2. ARAGORN REALLY IS THE SOFTEST GUY. AND NO ONE JUST STRAIGHT UP POINTS THIS OUT BEFORE FARAMIR DOES. BUT IT'S SO TRUE.
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gil-galadhwen · 2 days
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Elrond X Reader (gender neutral)
After seeing a stunning floppy haired, battle midst Elrond in the new Rings of Power teaser trailer, I got inspired to respond to an ancient request in my inbox which has since myseriously disppeared?!
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Anyway, the prompt was Tell Me What You Want from this list
Summary & Warnings: Elrond returns from the battle haunted and desperate to tell you how he feels about you… (closed door spice)
Word Count: 900+
Tell Me What You Want
Elrond and the others returned to camp in the dead of night. You weren't asleep of course. It was impossible when not only did the fate of your kind hang in the balance, but the fate of your greatest love did too. 
Elrond didn't know how you feel about him. You'd kept the desires of your heart hidden for years, holding it close as you watched him ready for a battle he may not return from.
Except he had returned.
You peer through the gap in your tent as the warriors are celebrated in their triumphant homecoming. Their smiles are bright and gleaming against their filthy armour. You scour the crowd in the dim firelight until you see him standing off to the side with his helmet tucked under his arm. His hair has grown longer over the many months, dark curls falling into eyes both familiar and haunted by something you don't recognise. 
Elrond smiles at every well wisher who passes him. Shaking hands, embracing and gripping the steel shoulders plates of his comrades until they crunched. You want to go to him, but you're somehow locked in place. Even as his eyes dart around the camp as though looking for something, for someone.
Looking for you.
You chide yourself for thinking such ridiculous thoughts. He's not looking for you at all. Why would he? You're barely acquaintances, nevermind friends. You’d certainly collaborated on projects for the king in the past and often sat together during formal dinners and gatherings. Even sharing a bed once when travelling back to Lindon after completing a quest for the king. You’d stopped at an inn that only had one bed, yet Elrond was ever the gentleman, ensuring you were comfortable with him there and never giving you more than a friendly glance. 
Except for the night he left for battle. 
As the soldiers prepared to leave, he’d sought you out and then wordlessly lifted your hand to his lips, pressing them to your knuckles. You’d been too surprised to speak as he held you there, suspended in a moment you thought would never come. Perhaps it was his way of saying goodbye, yet you watch him now, with a flicker of hope igniting in your chest that it had meant so much more.
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The fires are banked and the once loud cheers and cajoling have quietened to a murmur as you finally emerge from your tent. The scent of burning cedar and honey mead lingers in the air as you meander through the thinning crowd of elves squeezing as much out of the festivities as possible before the sun rose on a new day, bringing with it new challenges, as is the nature of war. 
As a Scribe to King Gil-galad, you're free to move anywhere within the camp. You feel a strange mix of peace and anticipation when you reach the row of tents reserved for the king's most revered soldiers, but it occurs to you that you have no idea which is Elrond's. Then suddenly he’s there, standing in front of you with an expression of such pure relief on his face that your eyes start to sting.
“You are well, my lord?” you ask, cringing at how formal you sound.
“As well as can be.” Elrond smiles weakly in return. “And you?”
He sounds different. As though the usually reassuring tone of his voice has been stripped away, leaving behind a weariness you find almost overwhelming to witness. He takes a step towards you and you reach for him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as his own wind firmly around you, holding you close. You feel his lips press to the exposed skin of your shoulder where your robe has slipped down. You hear the words he whispers into your skin like a litany… 
I missed you. I missed you. I missed you…Meleth nîn…
My love.
You pull back to look at him. He’s removed his armour and bathed, his wavy hair still damp and mussed.
“I missed you too,” you say, taking his hand in your own. “Which tent is yours?”
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As soon as the flaps close on Elrond’s private tent, you come together as though magnetised. The kisses are hotter than the flames of the campfires. They burn deliciously, branding your skin so that they feel permanent. Like invisible tattoos. 
You fall together onto the low bed and you release a giggle when you find yourself straddling Elrond, but then you stop when you see the way he’s looking at you. Has he always looked at you this way, you wonder. It’s everything you've ever wanted, but what of him? He’s always been so sweet and polite.
And alone.
Has he wanted you all this time, like you’ve wanted him?
“Tell me what you want,” you say, breathless and willing. “I’ll give you anything.”
Elrond’s eyes glitter as he slowly tugs on the tie holding your robe closed.  The fabric pools around your waist and you feel your skin warm at the exposure. At the vulnerability of being like this in front of him.
“I want you just like this,” he says. Tilting his hips so that you feel him beneath you, hard and wanting. 
“I want us to join and then never be parted–” the words become caught in a net of emotion and he looks away.
Tears begin to well as you bring your hand to Elrond’s cheek in a caress. You do not speak again, but an understanding passes between you as you give the revered soldier everything he wants.
You like this.
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s-u-w-i · 5 hours
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I started 2024 with the goal to re-read all of the Lord of the Rings books and your recent art has been appearing on my dash and, I feel, illustrating my journey through the books. Sometimes I’m literally imagining the characters the way you draw them. Your art style is fantastic and now that I’m wrapping up Return of the King I just wanted to tell you 💕💕
oh! So glad you enjoyed it, it's a pleasure to hear. Thank you for telling me :^)
Too bad I didn't draw them in chronological order!
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ben-sisko · 1 year
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The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)
Directed by Peter Jackson
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redpool · 1 month
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I never want to hear the sound that Éomer made when he found Éwoyn ever again, oh my god.
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trek-tracks · 1 year
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Spouse and I, watching Return of the King:
Me: hello, Blond Karl Urban Spouse: is that Karl Urban? Me: don't you recognize him? Spouse: well he doesn't look like he normally looks Me: yeah, he looks really different as Bones Blond Karl: RIDERS OF ROHAN!!! Spouse: oh, now I recognize him Me: when he's yelling? Spouse: yeah when he's yelling
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playstationpark · 5 months
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Hyper #122, Dec 2003 - 'Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King' cover.
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costumeloverz71 · 1 year
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Arwen (Liv Tyler) Black dress & red sleeves.. The Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King (2003).. Costume by Ngila Dickson &  Richard Taylor.
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"GROND THEY NAMED IT, IN MEMORY OF THE HAMMER OF THE UNDERWORLD OF OLD."
PIC INFO: Spotlight on an illustration depicting Sauron's host during the Siege of Gondor, bringing up the hundred-foot long battering ram, Grond, to smash the Great Gate of Minas Tirith and burn the White City. March 3019 of the Third Age.
"Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it."
-- "The Siege of Gondor," Book IV of "THE LORD OF THE RINGS: The Return of the King," written by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Source: www.instagram.com/tr.middlee_earth/p/CxtNQ_0Nknh.
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patwrites · 2 months
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An underrated performance in LOTR is John Noble. That man is in a thirteen-hour movie for all of 10 minutes and completely steals the Minas Tirith storyline
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fictional-at-heart · 2 years
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“Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand! Men of the West!!”
Tolkien Week day 10: Favorite movie- The Return of the King
I thought about shortening the quote in the caption, then nearly slapped myself. One does not simply shorten Aragorn’s EPIC speech!😤 I’m so sad Tolkien Week is over...🥺 I had so much fun! Thank you so much to @tolkienweek for hosting it!
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thebestestwinner · 1 year
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See the pinned post for the full bracket!
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issela-santina · 1 year
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I like that the two most awarded films ever (as of this posting) are both solidly in the realm of speculative fiction
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coming from someone who lives amongst people who just see spec fic as childish, brainless entertainment when in reality, just writing the foundation to this kind of stories takes a lot of brain
it amazes me that in this millennium the world is filled with more people who see so much sense and joy in the fantastic instead of just dismiss it as expensive folly
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