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silvergeek · 2 years

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Sauron - Fast Facts 2

Thuringwethil was a Vampire servant of Sauron during the First Age. She was Sauron's messenger, but was caught in the battle between her master, Lúthien and Huan at Tol-in-Gaurhoth ("Isle of Werewolves"). She was slain either by the Hound of Valinor or in the collapse of Minas Tirith. Lúthien later used her cloak to sneak into Angband during the Quest for the Silmaril.[1] Because of Thuringwethil's ability to change forms, she may have been a Maia or some sort of skin-changer.

Sauron's other names

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Gorthaur was a name used of Sauron by the Sindar during the First Age,[2][55] meaning "Terrible Dread". The name is composed of the elements gor ("horror, dread") and thaur ("abominable, abhorrent").[54] The Quenya equivalent was Ñorsus.[3]

In some of Tolkien's notes from the 1950s, it is said that Sauron's original name was Mairon (Q, "the Admirable"), but this was altered after he was suborned by Melkor. He continued to call himself Mairon the Admirable, or Tar-mairon ("King Excellent"), until after Númenor's downfall,[3] although he could not use that name in Númenor, as it was a Quenya name with royal implications. There he was called Zigûr,[19] meaning "Wizard" in Adûnaic.[56]

Annatar is Quenya for "Lord of Gifts", from anna + tar.[57] It can be noticed that Morgoth used a similar name when he seduced the first Men: "Giver of Gifts".[58] In an isolated note, Tolkien gives other names used by Sauron when he seduced the Elves in the Second Age: Artano ("High-smith") and Aulendil ("Devoted to Aulë").[59]

Among his many titles and epithets were:

The Base Master of Treachery, used once by Gandalf to explain why the Mouth of Sauron should not be trusted.[60]

The Black One, used once by Gollum.[61]

The Black Hand, used twice by Gollum.[46]

The Black Master, used by Isildur when cursing Sauron's former servants, the Oathbreakers.[37]

The Dark Lord, given by the Free Peoples after he rose in the Second Age.[5]

The Dark Power, used by Gandalf.[62]

The Deceiver, given by Amandil before departing to ask the Valar deliverance from Sauron's corruption.[17]

The Enemy, given by the Free Peoples after he rose in the Second Age.[5]

The One Enemy, used once by Frodo Baggins.[63]

The Eye, with its variants, mainly refered to his mental form and his emblem, but also applied to Sauron himself.[64]

The Great, following the name of Sauron, it is only used once by Gandalf,[62] once by Glóin,[13] and once by the Mouth of Sauron.[60]

The King of Kings, given by himself when he rose in the Second Age, enraging Ar-Pharazôn.[18]

The Lord of the Earth, given by himself when he rose in the Second Age.[5]

The King of Men, given by himself when he rose in the Second Age, enraging Ar-Pharazôn.[17]

The Lord of the World, given by himself when he rose in the Second Age, enraging Ar-Pharazôn.[18]

The Necromancer, used during his rule in Dol Guldur when his identity was unknown.[13]

The Nameless, probably given by the people of Gondor, as it is only used by Boromir as Nameless Enemy,[13] by Faramir as Nameless One,[65] and by the watchmen of Gondor.[66]

The Lord of the Ring or Lord of the Rings.

The Ring-maker.[62]

The Ruler, used once by Saruman during his confrontation with Gandalf.[13]

The Shadow, not properly given to him, but to his power when he expanded it in the Third Age.[5]

The Sorcerer, used during his rule in Dol Guldur when his identity was unknown.[13]

Wolf-Sauron, the name given to the dreadful werewolf-shape that Sauron took on when he went to do battle with Huan.[10]

Halbrand (from Rings of Power)

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malkuvoitenoldoran · 2 years

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Sooo... this is me attempting fluff with Turgon. Turgon holding his grandson for the first time, and bonding with Tuor. There is mention of the birth but the whole thing happens offscreen. Enjoy~

Turgon was just getting ready for bed when one of the servants who tended to his daughter and her husband knocked on his door. Frowning a little he wondered why before he remembered, he’d instructed that any time whether day or night when his daughter was giving birth to her child he was to be retrieved. The poor girl’s words confirmed his guess.

“My King, I was sent by my Lord to get you.”

Not even bothering to change or grab his shoes Turgon hurried out of the room, excitement at meeting the newest member of his family filled him as he raced through the hallways to the room Idril and Tuor were staying in. Tuor was pacing outside the room looking towards it anxiously and Turgon smiled a little seeing it. He remembered being in a similar state of worry and excitement when Elenwe had been giving their daughter birth.

“She will be fine.”

Tuor turned and looked relieved seeing Turgon. Smiling a little chagrin he nodded. “I know… well I’ve been told, but I still-”

“I know. It’s still nice to be told it anyways though. That’s something I can say from experience too.”

Tuor laughed and shook his head. “Forgive me, it is hard to imagine you as anything aside from calm and collected.”

Turgon gave a small shrug and looked at the door, his smile soft and warm as he remembered holding his baby girl for the first time. “I was quite anxious about it, I think I learned everything I could about the whole process and even then I worried. My father had to make me sit down and he and I drank until the midwife brought her to me.”

Tuor looked a bit more relaxed knowing that he wasn’t alone being anxious, and Turgon set a hand on his shoulder then gestured to a door just down the hall.

“Come, let’s go to the sitting room. If we leave the door open then when we are allowed to see them someone will come get us.”

After Tuor settled on the couch in the sitting room Turgon heated some water and dug through a basket near the room’s small fireplace for a tea blend he’d stored there recently. Finding it he prepared it, adding a generous helping of honey to the tea to help distract Tuor from his nerves.

“Here, it will help with the nerves.” He said as soon as the tea was ready, sitting down with a cup of his own.

“Thank you. It’s just…”

“I have heard that births are harder for Edain women than for Eldar women. Either way I am certain that it is difficult, and your worry for your wife is not without cause. Idril will be fine though, and so will your child.”

“You’re right. It is difficult to unlearn a lifetime of experience though.”

“It is.”

Before more could be said the midwife appeared holding a whining bundle. Turgon stood and walked over to look at his grandchild, Tuor joined him and reached for the little one. Turgon saw how awkward he felt and adjusted his arms so that the elleth could place the baby in his arms.

“Idril is resting now,” seeing Turgon’s look she glared at him, “she instructed us not to tell either of you until the baby was well on the way. She, rightly in my mind, didn’t want you fretting and worrying more than you had to. Now she’ll sleep a lot for the next day or two, let her do so, and if anything else happens let me know.”

Tuor nodded absently, staring in awe at the bundle in his arms. Turgon smiled and gently guided him to the room where Idril was. Seeing his daughter resting, golden hair spread out on the pillows, he crossed to her and reached for her hand.

“Father.”

“Daughter, what is his name?”

“I have named him Ardamire. Tuor chose Earendil.”

Turgon nodded and looked at Tuor holding the baby close. At last Tuor looked up and clearly wanted to sit with his wife but wasn’t sure what to do with the baby. Turgon laughed and carefully took the child from him, looking down at his grandson’s face. When he opened his blue eyes Turgon felt his breath catch, the last time he remembered feeling so in awe was when he’d held his daughter like this for the first time and behind him he heard Idril and Tuor murmuring to one another.

Ignoring them he crossed to the window, holding little Earendil so the light of the stars would fall on his face and seeing his fascination with them Turgon looked upwards sending a prayer of gratitude to Eru and the Valar for this gift and joy.

#hidden strength || turucano #my writing #silver feet || itarille #tuor #earendil #i will put it under a read more later #bevause idk how to do it on the app now

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444names · 2 years

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american and tolkienesque forenames BUT excluding "c"

Adaghari Adonneth Adormaur Aellis Aggien Aihia Aldil Alemmy Alene Alenniff Allina Almant Amlash Andur Anielyn Animbril Anlenny Annetsy Annollea Annonie Annyabril Anthel Anuing Ardamir Ardaratte Argamel Arjod Arnie Atattel Aurim Baroth Baudy Belie Bellor Benarany Beneluis Beredh Beress Berie Berlothan Bernis Better Beveras Bielu Bilaus Blaste Bobelan Bobery Borati Borginwë Bortimë Brambel Braphan Breangwë Bregh Brene Bretta Brinat Bristie Brume Bríanor Bórwen Dainestan Damir Danda Daray Darin Deann Deathy Delennya Dellagayl Denevalil Dereld Dergerve Dergille Dertam Desandian Deório Dorophard Duglian Dwadras Déorth Ebonste Edheldwin Edhelsey Eduil Eduin Egoldamie Egonna Eighanie Eilly Elealgren Elebby Eleonnel Elexann Elfandon Elindy Elioll Ellaste Ellia Ellyn Elmin Elseanie Emildorol Emmabella Emnas Endan Erbad Eressidne Erinzimë Erren Erryton Estanie Eugle Euglis Euglotter Eulernona Evetery Faigha Fanne Faymo Felip Fereeney Fergin Ferta Finduir Fingeleg Fingwë Frahiana Fregon Fregori Fréawn Fëanney Fílin Gamita Gannithy Garil Gasmitë Gerth Gimon Gimron Gimrooken Ginarlia Gleght Glephite Gliar Glineth Glist Gloin Gluil Golark Golda Golyd Gorinwë Goronda Gríannie Guelm Gwarlina Haithen Halis Hantoya Harendy Harin Harmtoy Helba Heloth Henderion Herundin Hewilzôr Hondon Hosey Huane Hundómiry Huorgild Hurgord Hámon Húriën Ibûna Ibûnathel Idandred Idneth Ilatul Immar Inata Inifthy Irgil Isillis Isona Istile Istimra Ivine Jaite Jamir Jamirë Janney Jaran Jeant Jeath Jeatáris Jeffen Jeffer Jenethmon Jennelene Jeria Jerne Jimelma Joandeata Joandir Joandy Joeleb Joheighâl Joheorne Johilzôr Joront Josaymo Joshar Jossir Joyan Juadûna Juanda Julion Kardoron Kargionn Karvi Kathin Katradene Katur Kelebria Keleor Keneth Kimir Krielur Krion Kryat Kurth Kúvia Kúvie Ladandara Ladil Lanuirel Lasta Lawna Leenas Legil Legilis Lemanne Lendair Lethowyn Letthrie Lexie Lianda Liandern Lieth Liria Lobelu Lobyn Loriamran Lorra Louir Lynnil Magla Maglorek Mahir Manbry Mandir Mandord Mangol Manny Manton Marah Maranda Mardarsh Mardorne Marikara Marmarla Marod Maros Mathar Matro Mavine Melathele Mellas Melmaren Melmen Melped Meluzgara Melyne Menelvian Mestriën Milber Mindilil Minúvin Moldura Namil Nanne Narillupe Natarmer Nedwaymo Nelsirë Nettië Nifele Nolgel Nowandra Náindonna Nírie Olend Ollean Palmormen Paltorn Pamar Pamdírie Pamelouin Pamilma Pammar Pathryl Pathéoway Patrie Patta Paudillin Paurt Pedhril Peglanna Pegloraye Pettia Phada Radorinie Ragormayn Rahie Rahta Rangon Raserred Rashada Ratie Raymo Razel Redaele Reneild Restimil Resuily Rette Riston Robil Rodrotty Rogeley Rolen Roley Romin Ronie Rooke Rooken Rothôr Royablu Ruberion Rudil Rungline Ryaver Sadlebomë Sadorn Sakha Salas Salmon Samin Sandor Santod Sarda Sarly Serendo Sethmo Sharvina Shata Shatam Sheng Sherm Shern Sherola Shleggy Sidir Sielmadio Sietsy Silkh Sonadany Sonyate Soron Stath Stelen Stevel Stina Stirlyë Stiusil Tamarinwë Taras Tashadre Telen Telin Terreen Terrya Tharrad Thelsey Throm Thrómir Théody Timbor Tingwenwë Toddil Tonie Torio Toyar Triduina Truthry Turtin Ulaguel Ulane Uletharon Undserer Vaillebor Valen Valla Vannie Velmaloin Vinez Vione Virkeran Vivrion Vorgene Vornest Vornuell Wadis Waene Walane Walberey Watana Westina Whilie Wighari Wilmo Yolla Zilmon Ziminam Éoddil Éodnethri Éodren Éomulim Éothor Óindann

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alystraea · 4 years

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Eärendil, aka Gil-Estel the Star of High Hope, aka Ardamírë the Jewel of the World.

#earendil #the blessed #gil-estel #ardamire #the splendor of the children of the earth #the herald of the morning #the bright star of morning and eventide #love how extra his titles are #silmarillion #tolkien #fan art #my art

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sylaera · 4 years

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#about syl'aera #ardamire #boss witch

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arofili · 3 years

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three houses of the edain ❂ house of hador ❂ headcanon disclaimer

Tuor was the son of Huor and Rían, though he was raised by the Grey-elves of Mithrim. His father died before he was born, and his mother died of grief shortly after giving birth to him, leaving him in the care of the elf Annael. When Easterlings occupied the lands of Hithlum, Annael and his kin, the Folk of the Swan, retreated into the caves of Androth, where Tuor spent his youth. Living among the elves, Tuor learned many skills of song and craft, but Annael was careful to teach him all he could of his Mannish heritage as well. Though he loved his elvish foster-family, Tuor also yearned to be among his own kind, and he was eager to make war upon the orcs and Incomers who had taken the lands of his fathers. Fearing for his safety, Annael forbade him and instead resolved to flee to the Havens of Sirion where the Falathrim elves lived freely. But as the Folk of the Swan set out, they were assailed by their enemies and forced to scattered into the night. While Annael regrouped with most of his people, Tuor refused to flee from the fight and had been taken captive by Lorgan, a chieftain of the Easterlings in Dor-lómin. Not knowing what had become of his mortal foster-son and believing it likely he was already dead, Annael sorrowfully turned south, leading his people to their intended destination. But Tuor lived, and endured three years of thralldom under Lorgan’s foot, treated all the more cruelly for the knowledge of his heritage as the rightful lord of the land Lorgan claimed as his own. When sent into the woods on an errand, Tuor at last saw his opportunity for escape, slaying his guards and fleeing to the caves of Androth. The elves were long gone, and Tuor endured another four years as a lone outlaw, killing orcs and Easterlings and accumulating a price upon his head. All the while, Tuor searched for the Gate of the Noldor, by which Annael had intended to escape Hithlum unnoticed, and finally the Vala Ylmir sent him a sign leading him to that secret mountain pass. On his journey, he met Gelmir and Arminas, messengers sent by Círdan to Nargothrond delivering a warning from Ylmir himself. From them Tuor heard of Gondolin, the hidden kingdom of the Noldor of which Annael had whispered on occasion, and a new curiosity sparked within him to discover that secret city as well. Gelmir and Arminas showed Tuor the path through the mountains to Nevrast, a long-abandoned settlement of the Noldor. Upon his arrival, he became the first of the Edain to reach the shores of the great western sea, and a sea-longing awoke within him that he would carry for the rest of his life. He lingered by the shore until autumn, before Ylmir sent him a sign in the form of seven swans that urged him southward to Vinyamar, the crumbling capital city of Nevrast. Within these halls he found a sword, armor, and a shield bearing the device of a swan on a blue field, and taking up these arms he felt the hand of fate upon him. Led by premonition to the seashore, Tuor walked through a great storm where he at last met Ylmir face to face. The Vala instructed him to seek the city of Gondolin and deliver a message to its king; to aid him in this quest, Ylmir gave him a cloak that had the power to hide him from his foes, and a companion to guide him on his journey. This was Voronwë, a mariner from Gondolin who had sailed out west seeking aid from the Valar that would not come. All his companions perished in the raging storms of Yssion, but Ylmir spared him and carried him safely back to land. Upon hearing Tuor speak the words of Ylmir, Voronwë agreed to guide Tuor to the hidden gates of Gondolin, even knowing that to bring a mortal outsider to the city was an offense punishable by death. Voronwë led Tuor through lands desolated by the recent passing of Glaurung, including the ruined Pools of Ivrin where once Ylmir’s magic had made the cool waters sing. While there, they saw a figure in black, crying out the name of Finduilas, but they knew not the significance of this strange occurance. After enduring a bitter winter, the only bright moments of which were the evenings that Voronwë instructed Tuor in Quenya, they at last reached the gates of Gondolin, where they were taken as prisoners by Elemmakil, a dear friend and companion of Voronwë before his journey. Rather than slaying them as the law dictated, Elemmakil delivered them to Lord Ecthelion of the Silver Fountain, who recognized the arms Tuor bore and welcomed them into the city with honor. Tuor was brought before King Turukáno, where the words of Ylmir—or, as the Noldor knew him, Ulmo—poured forth from his lips. He warned Turukáno that the Doom of the Noldor was nearing its fulfillment, Gondolin should be abandoned, and a last great alliance should be formed against Morgoth to defeat his evils forever. But Turukáno had grown proud and complacent, refusing to heed Ulmo’s words; yet he welcomed Tuor to Gondolin, where he grew to high status and prominence among its people. In Gondolin, Tuor fell in love with and married Turukáno’s daughter Itarillë Telpevontál in the second Union of Elves and Men. In becoming her husband, he also became the Lord of the House of the Wing, a title that hearkened back to his youth among the Folk of the Swan. Itarillë bore Tuor a son, Eärendil Ardamírë, who was the light of the city and adored by all. But soon Ulmo’s prophecy came true, for Gondolin was betrayed by Itarillë’s cousin Maeglin and was destroyed in a great battle. Tuor and his family escaped through the secret passage they had been building ever since Tuor’s arrival, and together they took up the mantle of leadership in the wake of King Turukáno’s death. Journeying south, the exiles of Gondolin stayed for a time in the woods of Nan-tathren, where the music of Ulmo flowed through the willow-streams and awoke sea-longing within both Tuor and young Eärendil. There Tuor composed a song, “The Horns of Ylmir,” in honor of the Vala who had led him on this difficult and rewarding journey, and Itarillë knew then that the fates of her family would reach beyond Beleriand and perhaps even beyond Arda. The remnant of the Gondolindrim eventually reached the Havens of Sirion, where they settled amongst refugees from the other fallen elf-kingdoms, Nargothrond and Doriath, as well as a few survivors from the Three Houses of the Edian. There Tuor met Gelmir and Arminas once more, and most joyously of all, reunited with Annael his foster-father. At Sirion, Eärendil grew into a man, but living so close to the sea was a torment for Tuor, who yearned more every day to set sail for the Undying Lands, the realm of his wife’s birth. When Eärendil was full-grown, Tuor built the ship Eärrámë, waiting only for his son to be married before he departed. The day of Eärendil and Elwing of Doriath’s wedding was bittersweet, for the very next morn Tuor and Idril set sail upon the Eärrámë seeking Valinor. Before she left, Idril gave her son a parting gift: the enchanted stone known as the Elessar, made first for her uncle Fingon and then crafted into a necklace for her own wedding. She had named her child Ardamírë in part for this jewel, which though it held not the fate of Arda as did the Silmarils, had a great power within it for healing that she trusted her son could bring to Middle-earth. None in Beleriand ever heard of the fate of Tuor and Idril, but the legends of the Edain say that they arrived safely in Aman and that Tuor alone of Men was counted among the Eldar as an immortal being. But the elves tell a different tale: that their journey was long and harrowing, and when they at last arrived it was long after Eärendil had ascended upon Vingilótë into the sky, and that though his time in the Undying Lands lengthened his lifespan Tuor did indeed die, passing on to receive the Gift of Men, leaving Idril to return to Tirion, the city of her birth. Yet the truth of their fates is lost to history, and it may be that they perished upon the waves—though for one so blessed by Ulmo Núron, a joyous resolution of some nature can be safely assumed.

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mismaeve · 2 years

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→ Day 11 of February Writing Event 2022

↳ Follow the Signs, Thranduil x Fem!Elf Reader, fluff, a drabble February Writing Event → singing/serenading Word Count: 1.5.k Tagging my wife @tharan-duil who gave me lots of ideas last night, also tagging my lovelies @i-did-not-mean-to and @heilith A/N: For a better feeling and experience, I recommend listening to this either before or while reading. Trust me, it sets the mood. Gif → @ardamire-laiqalasse, divider → @firefly-graphics

It was the feast of Yavanna and The Great Hall was decorated to perfection; countless leaf garlands were hanging off the walls, sporting the bright colors of autumn – yellow, orange, pink and red. Seasonal flowers were expertly crafted into countless flower wreaths that hung below each joining of the garlands, making for a spectacular sight. Upon entering the Great Hall, it appeared almost like their outdoors gardens. One could hardly make out the ceiling anymore for dark green garlands beyond all count and measure, were hanging straight from the high vaulting; making it appear as if it was raining leaves.

The tables were set with colorful cloths of green and yellow and light brown. The centerpieces were made of twigs decorated with berries of deep red, pinecones, moss, and autumn blooms. Countless candles sat comfortable in their ornate candle holders made of bronze and copper. On either side of the tables were long wooden benches, their seats wrapped in near see-through fabrics of crimson and gold.

The merriment was exceeding all expectations and boundaries alike. Cheerful music filled the large room with merry tunes while the elves of Greenwood tasted the feast and drank the last of the late summer wine. Some were already dancing, some were already singing, and some were still in their seats engaging in cheerful banter and games. The entire place was roaring with laughter and cheers as was befitting a harvest feast.

Y/N’s face was slightly flushed from the heat in the room and the warmth of the drink and food in her belly. The young queen was sitting comfortably among her people, sharing in their toasts of good fortune and rich abundance, joining in on their songs and laughing at their jests until tears were streaming down her cheeks. Y/N loved being with her people who treated her not like a ruling queen and accomplished general of their armies, but like their peer and equal which she had always strived to be. On her head was no crown to symbolize her royal stature, but instead, was a rather plain and traditional silver circlet, similar to what the other elves of the court were wearing.

Y/N thanked for the company of the elves at the table and got to her feet to venture to a table she had not yet been to. Such had been their, Thranduil and hers, custom whenever they had held a feast; they would wander from table to table to engage with everyone who had gathered for the celebrations. As she walked past rows of tables and benches, wondering where her husband had gone to, a pair of strong hands grabbed Y/N by her hips. A surprised yelp escaped the queen’s lips as she suddenly found herself pulled down onto Thranduil’s lap, unceremoniously and without any warning, causing her to spill some of the wine from her cup that she had been holding. The company which surrounded Thranduil, burst out in cheers and laughter at the sight of her mildly surprised face, but none laughed louder than her husband the mischief maker. Without any explanation or warming, Thranduil leaned in and kissed her long and deep, for everyone around them to see. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as she more than eagerly returned her husband’s affections, accompanied by more hooting from the gathered elves. The queen felt her lips curl upwards into a smile as she felt Thranduil’s fingers tangle themselves into her hair. Before she knew it, Thranduil had dipped her backwards, his strong arms holding her and preventing her from falling off his lap; and proceeded to continue his affectionate ministrations. Y/N could hear the room explode in cheerful shrieks and whistles and clapping of hands at the sight they had provided.

Their kiss broke at last when neither of them could hold back their laughter any longer; as Thranduil’s arms lifted her back up, the young couple was all smiles and laughter, not a single care to be found on their features. An elf to Y/N’s left handed her a new cup filled with wine since her own cup had gone flying when Thranduil had dipped her back.

“To our king and queen!” the elves at the long table cheered while they lifted their glasses in their honor. The entire Grand Hall erupted in roaring cheers and shrieking whistles before quieting down while everyone proceeded to devour the contents of their cups.

“Speaking of the queen,” Thranduil leaned in closer to his queen, his face brushing against hers as his fingers circled patterns on her back. “I have a surprise for you, darling,” he murmured into her ear before pressing his lips to her temple and leaving a gentle kiss.

“What kind of surprise?” Y/N inquired feeling herself become intrigued. She felt Thranduil’s chest rumble as he let out a mischievous chuckle, yet he didn’t seem too inclined to share his surprise with her yet. The queen pulled back from him enough to be able to look at him. Thranduil was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes shooting sparks of his excitement, yet he remained silent as a grave.

“Thranduil?” she asked again as her own face lit up in exhilaration from just watching him. Thranduil only shook his head in amusement, his hands going to lift her off his lap and seat her next to him instead. Y/N watched as Thranduil got up to his feet, that same look of mischief not waning from his eyes.

“It’s rather hard to explain, you’ll just have to see for yourself,” his right eye offered her a quick wink before he turned and strolled to the center of the Great Hall. Once there, Thranduil turned around on his heel, facing in her direction he waited for the merriment to quiet down. Y/N watched as every single elf fell silent and turned to pay their attention to their king stood in the middle of the room.

“What are you doing?” Y/N mouthed with a raised eyebrow. Her anticipation growing fiercely as Thranduil only gave her a shake of his head, before turning his attention to the musicians behind him and giving them a subtle nod of his head. Soon after, they began to play a merry tune and the surrounding elves began to rhythmically clap their hands to the melody.

“I was young so I forgot. Which was my place and which was not,” to her unending surprise, Thranduil began to sing one of her favorite songs. Y/N watched in gleeful disbelief as some of the elves, no doubt elves that had been in on his surprise, joined him where he was standing. The lot of them, Thranduil included, began moving their graceful bodies along the rhythmic music.

“Look ahead, look behind. Take another, I don’t mind,” Thranduil sang as his eyes were pinned on her, his face glowing bright with his excitement.

“I, ohh-oh, I, ohh-oh,” the other elves joined in, making it sound that much lovelier. Y/N didn’t even notice that she had started clapping along the music as well, bobbing her head and letting her body move with the joyful rhythm.

“Follow the signs right back to you. Back to you, back to you,” Thranduil’s hand was pointing at her while he continued his song, making Y/N squeak with joy at this heartwarming and lively surprise of his.

“I know they ‘wind right back to you, back to you,” the other elves around him were singing along but his voice was the one that had dominion over their tunes. Soon after, the entire room filled with claps and cheers as the self-made band of singers carried on with their performance.

“So, put a poesy in your hair, pretend you couldn’t give a care,” Thranduil continued, his deep and velvety voice rising above that of the others, making their voices appear as compliments to his in the background.

“Let the moon do what she does, she don’t need to make a fuss,” Y/N found it difficult to merely sit and watch, everything inside her body was urging her to get on her feet and join her husband in this merriment.

“Follow the signs right back to you,” the king sang as his hands motioned her to come to him. With a smile as wide as the sea and bright as their most beloved star, Y/N quickly got to her feet and hurried to her husband. His hands took hers and they began to dance around, faster and faster while he continued to sing.

“Love, lower your eyes. Leave me a sign,” as his words trailed off at the appropriate moment, leaving the singing to the other elves, Thranduil pulled Y/N into him and dipped her nearly all the way to the floor, his lips finding hers in the perfect moment where the music slowed before coming to a complete halt leaving only the soft singing to be heard. When the music picked up again, louder and with more vigor this time, Thranduil pulled his queen back up and lifted her up as he began to spin them around, all the while picking up where he had left off in the song.

“I trust the signs so I may find my way to you,” this time Y/N joined in, and the young couple finished the song together while the entire Great Hall joined in, more and more elves rushing to the middle of the room to dance with each other and submerge themselves in the positively overwhelming atmosphere which surrounded them.

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil oropherion #thranduil x you #thranduil x y/n #thranduil fluff #the hobbit au #the hobbit #tolkien #tolkienverse #fotfics

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thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny · 2 years

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Headcanon: Earendil wears those pirate/sailor sashes and Elwing made every single one of them (the rose and blue one with swans is his fave)

#elwing #Earendil #seabird #tolkien #jrr tolkien #ardamire #the silmarillion #Earendil the mariner #Elwing dioriel #headcanons #Elrond’s parents

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sweetearthandnorthernsky · 3 years

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oh so that’s where ardamir went. he was absorbed by another character. nice to know.

#and he's like #80% of the-character-who-absorbed-him's personality #and that isn't working #so time to re-hc a major character now #writing tag

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the-neverending-errand · 5 years

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Verses

Seeing as this sort of came up with the headcannon stuff, a brief run-down of things:

Canon (and canon-ish):

Silmarillion canon. Usually also takes heavily from the complete version of the Fall of Gondolin, but follows all of the plot points form the Silmarillion with only suggestions of other parts. Where there are not details, please defer to headcanon or ask.

Silmarillion-ish canon. As above, but playing much faster and looser with some stuff. Mostly monogamy. Shipping only happens here for canon and canon-ish.

“The Fall of Gondolin”. AKA Eärenbaby. Usually I will attempt to keep to the tone of Eärendil’s speech and behaviour rather than the specific word-choices, because the sort of English used in the text is difficult for me.

“Eärendel’s Tale”. Not a verse I’ve used, but one I am fascinated by the idea of using. This works from plot outlines that went unused but are found in the Book of Lost Tales 2. Either of the first two versions given in that section of that book, which to summarise should really have their own post. I’ll try remember to do it another day. Some of it is... ‘fun’.

Balar . Also not one I’ve used, but basically it starts from the point that Eärendil is studying under Cirdan at the same time as various other characters are about - Gil-Galad newly king, probably Celebrimbor and Oropher also as royals. Anyone else people put there tbh. When writing I throw in Erestor for good measure. Not specifically canonical, but spans approximately from 14 to a little after the twins are born. I will note that in this time period, Eärendil will not respond well to being called such. Because its his teenage/young-ault angsty ‘I am not a friend of the sea, the sea has stolen or will steal everything I have ever loved’ period. He responds better to Ardamire, his mother-name.

Non-Canon:

Character Specific Verses: done via planning and request, for interactions between specific muses. Examples include things like Idril and Tuor dieing during the Fall of Gondolin, the Valar are evil not just bad communicators, etc.

In theory things like a modern verse or other fandom verses are possible, but

#captain's logs: ooc #verses

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