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tilions · 3 years
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I have been thinking a lot about Elrond lately, which is partly because I just reread the Hobbit and his introduction makes me tear up every goddamn time
He was as noble and fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer
- The Hobbit, Chapter 3, A short rest
He is all these great things, fair, strong, wise and venerable, like you would imagine a millennia old being to be, but he is also as kind as summer.
I just love the fact that Tolkien put emphasis on the fact that he is kind. Given that he lost so many people throughout his life (his parents, his foster parents, his brother, his best friend, his wife, eventually his daughter) and still meets everyone with kindness does things to my heart.
I just love him okay?
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tilions · 3 years
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Some short self indulgent stuff don't mind me. Zero research has been done but I'm actually proud of this one.
Elrond had named the boy Estel, hope, for in him they placed all their hopes.
He was an agile child, he made trouble and played tricks, just like the other children of the Rangers who had spent their youth here over the millennia to learn had done before him.
Sometimes Glorfindel thought back to them when he watched Estel like this, but more often he felt reminded of another boy who had chased through the palace laughing loudly and calling for his grandfather back in Gondolin an infinitely long time ago. He had kept them all on their toes, lords and servants alike.
History remembered him as one of the greatest heroes of their people, guiding the brightest light across the night sky.
A fate similar to this was hoped for from Estel.
Not for nothing had they named him so, Estel was not only hope, but also part of Eärendil's epithet. Gil-Estel. Glorfindel was sure it was intentional, though Elrond rarely mouthed his father's name.
"Estel! That is not meant to be played with!"
Even though many, many generations lay between them, Estel and Eärendil were probably not dissimilar in behaviour either.
"Lord Glorfindel stop laughing, catch him!"
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tilions · 3 years
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Celebríans Departure
A/N: So I wrote a thing... It's a bit angsty and it made sad while writing it but it happened and I want to share it. Please be aware that English is not my first language so there might be some errors.
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The sun stood low and red over the edge of the world, illuminating the flat sea in a flaming glow.
His heart went tight once he wasn't able to make out the small form of the boat anymore that bore his love away from these shores. She was out of his reach now, out of danger too.
He knew that but it still hurt so much.
All that was left of her now were memories. He only had to close his eyes if he wanted to imagine her. He had to close his eyes and think about...
Her beautiful smile and her bell-like laughter.
(The dried blood in her matted hair. Her disoriented uncertain gaze)
The gleam of sheer joy and happiness in her eyes and the fresh flowers her handmaidens had braided into her long silver hair on the day of their marriage.
(Her trembling hands whenever he gave her one of her favourite books to read, and she couldn't gather the strength to hold it)
Her gentle and charming nature.
(Her silent crying at night when she thought him fast asleep)
Her ability to take away all his worries with a simple song or just a few hushed words.
(Her scars, her missing fingers, her broken spirit)
The happiness she expressed whenever they were together with their children, singing, taking walks and reading stories. Her joy in the simple things he fell in love with all those years ago.
(The shadow she had become, because he hadn't been there to protect her properly because he hadn't been strong enough to heal all her wounds)
He blinked away the tears that began to form in his eyes.
She was now on her way to a better place, where there would be healers more skilled than him.
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tilions · 3 years
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Throws more baby Aragorn at you because that's all my brain can think about these days... also Erestor is there. Enjoy.
"Uncle Erestor?" a child's voice asked softly behind him.
He was just on his way back from the library to his bedchambers and had halted for a moment to look at the full moon, who's light was shining bright and white through the high windows into the corridor. He averted his eyes at the sound of the unexpected voice behind him and looked down at a small, sleepy human boy peeking cautiously from behind a vase.
"Estel," he sighed, holding out a hand for the boy to hold, "it's almost midnight, shouldn't you be asleep by now?"
He looked admonishingly at Elrond's foster son. The boy looked up at him out of big, round googly eyes and hugged the already somewhat worn stuffed eagle that Glorfindel had given him and that he carried everywhere, tighter.
He was trembling a little.
Erestor didn't know much about mem, he had effectively avoided them enough for that, but he did remember from a long time ago that men could quickly become ill if they were exposed to a certain cold for too long... and Estel was wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. The boy didn't even put on a pair of shoes!
"I can't sleep," the child now confessed to him guiltily, "There's a monster under my bed..."
"There isn't..."
He interrupted himself. No, that would be pointless. Children did not yet think logically enough to understand that there could be no such thing as monsters under the beds here in Rivendell. Especially not under this little boy's bed.
"And what do you think I should do?" he asked instead, preparing himself for the worst.
"Can I stay with you until it's gone?"
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tilions · 3 years
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An older brother's duty
No plot just fluff and baby OC Feanorians, also this is very silly featuring Gilrin and Nelladon, Maglor's children. This was written in fifteen minutes. Ammë = Mother/Mommy, Atto = Father/Dad, both are Quenya.
Ammë wants him to take care of Gilrin. 
Alone. 
It's the first time he is tasked to take care of his little sister alone. All the other times before grandfather, Gilloth or Elrond were present but grandfather is away on a journey and Elrond and Gilloth are busy preparing for the visitors from Lórien. Everyone in Rivendell is busy with the preparations, everyone but Nelladon. 
He's not allowed to help with preparations anymore, not since the candle incident during the preparations for the winter solstice celebration that cost the High King his eyebrows. 
Ereinion had taken it with humour, Ammë and Elrond hadn't. He has been kept away from anything related to candles ever since.
For everyone's mental well-being, Elrond insists but Nelladon knows that he's just worried about his own set of well groomed eyebrows. He sometimes wonders if he could find a way to burn them too someday not because he hates Elrond, he doesn't, and not because he wants his ammë to be angry with him again, he doesn't actually know why he is wondering this. It's probably in his blood or something.
He would need someone to trust him with fire again if he wanted to try it and he knows nobody would. Not even Glorfindel and he was always up for some fun. 
But back to his current problem. 
He is still very much not prepared for his task when Ammë places Gilrin in his lap around midday, kisses both their foreheads, tells Gilrin to be a good girl and to listen to her big brother and tells him that she is proud of him and that she will be back around supper.
What she doesn't say is that Atto is sleeping in the next room and they should only wake him if there is a problem because Nelladon knows this - probably better than he knows anything. Atto should only be woken when the situation is dire because he needs as much rest as even possible. 
So technically he's not fully alone but because he can't wake Atto he still kind of is. 
Given this his top priorities besides keeping Gilrin safe and alive are also to keep her happy and quiet.
That couldn't be so hard, right?
Gilrin is not a baby anymore after all, she can talk and understand what he wants from her. 
Just to be sure she doesn't accidentally make too much noise and wake Atto he decides to take her into the garden that is easily accessible from his parents' quarters. 
There is a small patch of grass on which Nelladon places one of the blankets from the sitting area, making sure there are no small rocks underneath it for optimal comfort.
Gilrin giggles happily when he lets her down, waving her short arms at him and radiates pure glee. 
But beneath that innocence lingers a little devil he soon realises because as soon as he gets up to fetch some of her favourite toys for her to play with Gilrin uses the moment to get advantage and crawls off immediately.
She can walk, she's actually a very fast runner already, but she's also very lazy and prefers to crawl whenever she can.
Nelladon drops the toys as soon as he sees her crawling away and hurries after her. 
He picks her up with a racing heart and sits her down on the blanket again but as soon as he lets go of her and looks away for one second to grab her favourite doll she's on her merry way once again. 
Even though he immediately jumps after her he's only able to catch her near the flower beds on the opposite side of the garden. 
Gilrin giggles all the way back to the blanket and only gets a bit more quiet when he lets her down again. There is a mischievous look in her round gray eyes and she looks left and right, searching for a new destination.
This time Nelladon is prepared. 
He catches her the exact moment she tries to get into motion again and starts tickling her.
He himself is very ticklish so he hopes this will work with Gilrin too. Grandmother loves to tickle him until he is out of breath and begging for mercy. 
It seems like Gilrin is very ticklish too. Soon there is laughter bubbling out of her small mouth and she tries to get him to back off with small weak punches and kicks. 
"Nyell! No, no! No more tickle!", she laughs. "Will be good now! No running away!"
He stops for a moment and blinks at her. She turns her head sideways and blinks back.
"Promise?" he asks, fully aware that she will try again. It's a game for her, of course she will.
Gilrin nods very seriously.
"Promise!"
He has to catch her fifteen more times before Elrond comes to fetch them for dinner and by that time both of them are covered in grass, dirt and flower petals.
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