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rangers-are-cool · 11 minutes ago
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When in doubt of your ability to both answer & roleplay with a near permanent headache, go hide out on LOTRO/Lord of the Rings Online. 😅😂 @lordofthegoldenflower 
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worsip · 35 minutes ago
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an absolute sham that the non-extended cut of fellowship of the ring lacks A. the sackville-baggins drama so integral to any understanding of baggins family dynamics and B. when Sam sees elves for the first time simply bcos 🥺❤️
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starwrought · 37 minutes ago
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the river on the window
Elrond adds a log to the fire and watches the bark catch with flames and the splinters of wood curl beneath the heat. His hair is pulled off his face and bound once. It falls across the grey sweater he wears, spilling down his back.
There is always a fire burning in the hall. It has burnt for centuries.
‘Ar, stop pulling my hair,’ Elrohir says, quietly, across the hall. Elrond turns. Elrohir sits by a pillar with his little sister in his arms.
They are the only people in the hall. It isn’t usual. But it is quiet today, even as the rain falls hard outside.
Elrohir sits with his long legs stretched before him and stands Arwen on his leg, holding her beneath her arms. Arwen reaches for his earring, but he holds her out of reach of it.
‘No, Ar, don’t hurt your brother.’
‘I see it,’ Arwen whines. ‘I’m careful!’
Elrohir takes out the blue diamond earring and hands it to Arwen. The matching earring glitters where it hangs from his other ear. Elrond sits on the floor beside them and swings the left earring with a gentle push from his finger.
Elrohir rolls his eyes at him. ‘Really?’
Elrond kisses him and then Arwen. Arwen looks up from rolling the earring along Elrohir’s arm. She presses the diamond to her mouth.
‘Don’t choke on a diamond, dear,’ Elrohir says. Too many of our family have died already from jewels,he finishes in Elrond’s mind. He takes the glittering stone and slides it back into the hole in his ear.
‘I’ll make them,’ Arwen says. Her eyes flash when she looks at Elrond.
‘Only four and already getting an occupation,’ Elrohir says. ‘You’re beating me.’
Arwen turns to Elrond and holds her arms up to him. Elrond takes her from her brother and settles her against his hip. He stands and then pulls Elrohir to his feet. Elrohir jumps up with a swift grace and wraps his arms around his father’s arm.
‘Let’s read, Ada,’ he says.
Elrond brings them to the library. The rain beats against the tall windows, making a river over them that obscures the trees and mountains outside. It does not drown out the Bruinen. The Bruinen is high, and it grows higher every day. It runs madly through the valley.
Elrohir flings himself down onto a velvet sofa. His hair is pinned up with his mother’s butterfly pins. It is black with silver strands running through, bright, like shooting stars.
He rolls onto his back and holds his arms up. ‘Ar.’
Elrond hands Arwen to him and goes to look at the books on the shelf near to the window. These are the ones Arwen likes with the beautiful pictures.
Elrond takes one about a growing tree and the world about it.
‘You can’t sit,’ Elrohir says, stretching out on the sofa when Elrond comes up. Elrond tickles one of his bare feet, and Elrohir draws his legs up long enough for Elrond to sit and then immediately throws his legs over Elrond’s lap.
The river on the window grows stronger as Elrond reads. Elrohir watches it, eyes distant. Arwen plays with the laces on Elrohir’s black shirt, untying them and then tying them back together, practising the loops to tie, getting lost for a moment with where the ribbon should go next.
Elrohir strokes her hair absently. It falls to just beneath her chin.
‘The tree is growing,’ Arwen says. ‘Can it grow forever?’
‘It can grow,’ Elrohir says. ‘There are trees older than Ada.’
Arwen looks over her shoulder at Elrond.
‘That is true.’ Elrond strokes her cheek with the back of his hand. Her cheeks are so round. She will be a baby forever in this memory, staring at him with huge eyes as she tries to figure out what the thousands of years he’s lived feel like. He feels her mind against his, trying to tumble into the whirlpool of his memories.
‘It’s all right, darling,’ Elrond says softly. ‘It isn’t something you want to know yet.’
‘I want to know.’
She does, but she would regret it once she knew. He smiles at her, but she doesn’t smile back.
‘Fine,’ she says.
Elrond draws her close. She peers over his arm at the painting and touches the branches. The leaves are silver-green.
‘I’ll know someday?’ she asks him.
‘You’ll know.’
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lotrfashion · 55 minutes ago
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Dress for Idril - Calvin Klein
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lotrscenery · 56 minutes ago
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Rohan - Pamir Mountains, Kyrgyzstan
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burning-quesadilla · an hour ago
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Mairon: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-
Legolas: Twelve, actually.
Mairon: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?
Legolas: Yours!
Mairon: That's right: no one's.
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No this doesn’t make any sense but i had a stupid idea and wanted to make it so have a very messy sketch of Naerien and Radanir
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Thranduil is a wine mom.
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entishramblings · an hour ago
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Store Worker: Would a Lord Elrond please come to the front desk?
Elrond, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker: *points to Elrohir and Elladan*
Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?
Elrohir and Elladan, simultaneously: We got lost :(
Elrond: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—
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greasy-g · an hour ago
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Legolas! What do your elf eyes see?
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Helchon became my favorite just because of this scene alone i do not take criticism
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entishramblings · 2 hours ago
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Elrond, to Elrohir: My life is in the hands of an idiot!
Elrohir, motioning to himself and Elladan: No no no no no, TWO idiots!
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thorin-apologist · 2 hours ago
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When Frodo hesitates to take Sam’s hand when he’s dangling over the fires of mount doom... what is he thinking? Is it that he has no energy left? Or is it that he doesn’t want to risk bringing Sam down with him? .....Maybe it’s that he doesn’t want to go on living after all he’s been through, aware of the mortal wounds on his body and mind......... Or perhaps he knows they won’t make it back down the mountain, and thinks it would be kinder, easier, to let go now and be done with it - no goodbyes, no false hope............... u choose!
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2 very important informations and 1 very important question
1 In The Hobbit, it's stated that orcs are very ingenious, they love to create machines for war.
2 the narrator suggests that many of the inventions created to kill many people at once came from them.
So the question is:
Where is my steampunk orcs content guys?
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