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eglerieth · 10 months
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Elrond be like: I am 4/8 human, 3/8 elf, and 1/8 angel. My mother is a bird and my father is the planet Venus. My twin brother was the first king of Atlantis but somehow I seem to be more famous than him. I am one of three ringbearers, the other two being the female version of Feanor and a guy who loves fireworks. My foster father is a crazy homeless guy who likes music and his whole family is dead. My many-greats grandnephew is in love with my daughter. No one can tell my sons apart. I like waterfalls and am both a glorified innkeeper and a top-notch doctor. I am the voice of reason no one listens to.
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chewytoothmeats · 2 months
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This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it?
I kinda wanted to revisit Elrond. It’s a portrait this time! I wanted to create a sense of tenderness and remorse, I hope it came across!
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trashofreylo · 2 years
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Galadriel: Celeborn and I are having a child.
Elrond, newly orphaned: Oh, congratula--
Galadriel, slamming adoption papers down: It's you. Sign here.
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misericordia21 · 2 years
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Elrond, every time anyone engages in a conversation with him:
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fraughtwithsorrow · 22 days
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These halls seem so empty, even when thronged with people. That which I loved more than stars and breath has again escaped my grasp, and eternity seems faded and doomed to decay, even here in the Undying Lands.
Cruelly bright memories of distant years are the only things I can hold to my aching heart; I always believed that they would be enough. They are not; for they are too vivid, yet too far away -- you are long gone, and I am left here with nothing but lucent yet gossamer dreams. Unceasing, unchanging, dancing in the ash of a cracked soul. The spectres left behind only ever speak in laughing derision and leave their footprints like bloodstains.
What good is eternity without you? Even those most beloved moments are now coated in a fine sheen of dust. When I shake it away, I find it only concealed the suppurating wounds upon my soul. The macabre filigree of spiders have covered them in mockery of the scars they will never heal into. Accursed memory, the thing in me as alive as any waking moment and just as clear, yet never quite enough. Perhaps this is my mortal weakness.
I let you choose your own destiny, as any heart with any mercy in it must have -- how could I have lived if I refused you to walk upon your own path? Alas, the consequences of my letting you fade to but a mere recollection are now tearing me apart.
And I know...and only as the evening falls and the day dies can I whisper into the approaching darkness that I know the truth…that the one who is truly fading is myself.
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lowcountry-gothic · 2 years
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Speaking as a man myself, I really enjoyed how Elrond is portrayed in The Rings of Power. It’s all too rare to see male characters with such warmth, gentleness, empathy, and genuine caring.
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theaglesarehere · 1 year
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ilya-halfelven · 2 years
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Tolkien fanfic prompt
When Elros Tar-Minyatur, first king of Numenor, dies in the year 442 of the 2nd Age, Elrond (in Middle-Earth) senses the death of his twin and falls apart. Maglor, still wandering the shores in exile, picks up on his adopted son's heartbreak and sneaks into Lindon to see him. They spend the night comforting one another, laughing and crying, telling stories of Elros. Maglor leaves just before dawn. After that, every year, on the anniversary of Elros' death, Maglor makes sure he's with Elrond for just that one night, either in person or communicating through osanwe (mind-speech). This is one of my favourite headcanons. If anyone’s interested in having a go at writing this, let me know? I’d love to read it. ;-)
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hjbirthdaywishes · 1 year
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April 4, 2023
Happy 63 Birthday to Hugo Weaving. 
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tanoraqui · 1 month
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Theory: Elrond effectively wears headlamps like a Dad(TM)
Proof:
Elrond, at least on semi-formal occasions, wears “a star upon his forehead” (RotK book 6, ch.9)—that is, presumably, a pale glowing gem on some sort of coronet. This comes across as very classically Elvish (light, jewelry, star imagery), and a nigh-explicit reference to his father Eärendil. However…
Elrond’s children don’t see as well as Elves, as cited here. If his children don’t, then Elrond, even less Elvish by blood, certainly doesn’t. Now, I will admit that I forget if “Elves can see in the dark” is canon or very popular, D&D-enabled fanon, but it certainly makes sense considering that Elves flourished for centuries or millennia under just starlight, before daylight even existed…and it’s equally reasonable to assume that half-elven night vision is as relatively “weak” as their cited distance vision.
Elrond is the proud father of three, and exhibits traditional Dadly behaviors such as being a little bit of a nerd (loremaster) but also one of the most reliable guys you know, adopting any child left in his presence for a sufficient amount of time (Aragorn), and telling his daughter’s aspiring bf that he won’t be good enough for her until he has a steady job (also Aragorn).
My dad irl, who I promise is a pretty typical Dad, was positively delighted when he discovered casual-use head-mounted flashlights about a decade ago, and has self-satisfiedly worn them on every camping trip and nighttime dog walk ever since.
CONCLUSION: Elrond regularly wears glowing, star-evocative gems on his brow, especially while traveling or at fancy evening parties, and he looks great and it make people respectfully murmur Eärendilion (whether he likes it or not)… But really, it’s not a fashion statement or implicit political position or whatever; it’s because if he doesn’t have some sort of flashlight, he will trip on torchlit steps or walk into low-hanging tree branches in the dark. And it’s so much easier if it’s hands-free! (Especially when he’s spelunking for lost texts!)
His kids all go through a phase of thinking he’s mortifyingly dorky about this, then begrudgingly come to accept that it is really convenient to have a hands-free light for dark nights, caves, etc, and start wearing one themselves.
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thenerdyalchemist · 2 years
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Like the spring rain over the bones of a…. dead animal…
His poetry/speech is questionable but that alright he’s trying
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theworldsoftolkein · 3 months
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Rivendell - by AZED
His house [Elrond's] was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Evil things did not come into that valley." J.R.R Tolkien
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elrond: i can't help aragorn be king because then i have officially run out of excuses for why he can't marry my daughter
gandalf: my god elrond people are dying
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masterelrond · 9 months
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Like father like daughter<3
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fraughtwithsorrow · 2 years
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entirely gratuitous hand pr0n   [S1E4; “The Great Wave”]
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lowcountry-gothic · 2 years
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“Elrond Half-elven,” by Bear McCreary, from The Rings of Power: Season 1 Original Series Soundtrack.
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