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noirbriar · 2 months

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Glorestor: 5 Times They Denied (1)

+ 1 time They Did Not.

Its t-t-time for more ramblings from me

From the POVs of the various folks around the 2 elves who are convinced they are courting, or betrothed, even though they were told otherwise. Starting off we have Erenion Gil-Galad.

--- 1] Gil-Galad

Erenion prides himself as an observant individual.He has to, as High King and ruler of Lindon. Especially with a large overly complicated court such as his.Even more so now with whispers of darkness rising quickly upon Arda once more. Now proven true by word from Cirdan, who is arriving to Lindon with an emissary of the Valar. The crown he bears is getting heavier, but Erenion trudges forward still, as he sits upon the throne with his Herald beside him.As he awaits for the arrival of their important guest.

The welcoming horns sound as the grand doors to his throne room opens, time crawling as each creak forces his court's mumbles to cease. "Lord Cirdan of Mithlond!And- ah! T-the - Lord Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower!"

His court is now in uproar, whispers and gasps flying across his hall as the newly arrived Lords greets him. Dressed in simple traveling garb with long golden tresses flowing past his shoulders, a gentle light emanates from his being.This is the balrog slayer reborn, by the grace of the Valar.

As Cirdan ends his introduction, Glorfindel steps forward,the strong tenor resounds clearly in his hall, announcing himself and delivering words of his duty from the Valar. At the same time, Erenion begins to ponder in his mind.Even with Cirdan here to vouch for his identity, a skeptical part of the King wonders if he is truly Glorfindel of the legend with little to none of Gondolin survivors remaining-

"...Its truly him." The accented quenya was barely a whisper amongst the humming noise of his court, and the High King had to stop himself from physically turning to the voice coming from behind Elrond. From his Herald's advisor and shadow, Erestor.

And it seemed he was not the only one to notice the old feanorian general either as he notices Glorfindel's gaze was not at him now, but to where his Herald was- Dear Eru above...what is this?

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"I give my thanks, Your Majesty, for this feast in my honour. Even though I wish my arrival was with better news-" Glorfindel bows humbly, the sindarin flowing stiffly from the Lord. A glass of cold wine in hand as he addresses the High King in the quiet alcove away from the crowd.

"Do not dwell on this, Lord Glorfindel, be at ease. It is with you here that we are now embolden, and ready for what may be ahead." Erenion smiles, noticing the uneasiness of the warrior. It looks like the Golden Lord is having a hard time in this strange era, and sadly, it shows.

Every elf who has heard the songs and tales of Gondolin had been so eager to meet Glorfindel and in return, the famed Lord of old returns each greeting kindly without pause with a smile. Though over the days, there is an air of detachment and emptiness he senses from him as time drags on.

It seems unfortunately, politics will soon claim another victim first before even darkness approaches.Yet there is little Erenion is able to do to ease the weary elf reborn. There is an awkward air but thankfully, Elrond approaches the duo. His entrance as timely as ever, dressed in elegant earthy hues that he favours.His ever dutiful guard trailing behind draped in his usual black and a touch of silver jewellery, almost as an afterthought for the festivity.

"Your Majesty! My Lord! I hope everything is well! " Ah, that eyebrow was a sign that his Herald is rather displeased that his King have abandoned him to the wargs that are the new Ladies of his court eager for their King's attention.

He'll get over it.

"Indeed, we are just taking time to acquaint ourselves better, Elrond. Come, join us." Erenion greets joyfully, "You both have met but we had hardly the time for more with all the dreadful meetings back to back for weeks!" "And I'm certain my Grandmother Idril and my father Earendil will be horrified by my lack of manners too! For Lord Glorfindel will always and forever be, a honoured elf in my family." Elrond adds with a light polite laugh.

"It is I, who is blessed to meet the grandson of my once liege Turgon and son of my dear friend, Idril." Glorfindel replies lightly before quietly withdrawing back into himself as inconspicuously as possible.

A soft cough brings the 3 high born elves' attention to their fourth.

"Ah!And look how terribly remiss I have been in my manners! Rude I am once again to have missed out in introductions. Lord Glorfindel, this here is Erestor, my faithful assistant and advisor."

Erestor steps forward and bows in greeting. While Glorfindel stares at the shorter elf in wonder.

"Ai! Don't be fooled by his quietness, this one has a sharp tongue, let me tell you that." Erenion quips wryly, in effort to lighten the unusal mood. "I believe you both might be acquainted?"

It was a peculiar thing Erenion had wondered since Elrond has mentioned that evening after Glorfindel's arrival. Was the fact that his advisor off handedly mentioned he recognises the Lord of the Golden Flower and is absolutely certain of his identity. The first though that immediately came to mind is that the two interesting individuals apparently have a history-

"We aren't." Erestor's accented quenya shakes both the King and Herald out of their little popped bubble, like eager birds appalled as they watch their seed bowl stolen away right before their very eyes. "Erestor...? Erestor." Glorfindel finally whispers under his breath, as if he is trying out the feanorian's name on his tongue, " So that is who you are. We finally meet, Lord Erestor."

"I am but no lord, Lord Glorfindel. Though I am honoured to meet the famed Lord of Gondolin properly this time around. Proud as I am to know you have remembered a mere soldier of Lord Maedhros and Lord Maglor. " Erestor answers smoothly in old quenya.

"Your dance with your swords was not something a mere simple soldier can accomplish." Glorfindel's melodious quenya flows, his eyes glazing over as memories washes over him," and your eyes shine then even in through the darkness of that dreadful day." "I must be honest, Nirnaeth Arnoediad was my first true battle unskilled as I was, we simply all did what we must," the Feanorian admits softly," It was much thanks to the host of Turgon and your warriors that day. We had all...lost too many."

"Aye...that we did, and it seems we will still do." Glorfindel mourns softly.

The advisor steps closer, snapping Glorfindel out of dreadful thoughts by being so close in his space with his intense presence. As Erestor always does, both on the battlefield and in a council meeting.

"Yet we endure. For those we lost and those who still live."

Glorfindel straightens up and stares at the shorter ellon before him intently. His eyes filled with tree light studying this curious advisor with unwavering grace.

Meanwhile, all Erenion and Elrond could do, is stare on silently, observing the two before them like strangers behind a veil.

It was a while, before Erestor finally blinks slowly and breaks the gentle cradle of silence around them.

"It might be presumptuous of me, a mere underling. I came with a motive,Lord Glorfindel."

"Oh?How bold.What may that be?"Glorfindel press on with a tilt of his head.

"By the permission of my Lord," with that Erestor gave a nod to Elrond who quickly nods back in acknowledgement to hide his poorly hidden distraction, "I have arranged a small meeting with civilians I know who have hailed from the White City who linger on these shores still. Perhaps, my Lord, tired and busy you must be with your schedule, you would like to meet them?"

"Truly!?" Glorfindel's eyes shine brightly for the first time since his arrival to Lindon as he clutches Erestor's shoulders eagerly.His wine glass almost meeting a dreadful end in pieces on the ground if not for Erestor's lightning quick reflex,catching and pushing the glass back into the excited warrior's grasp.Although unfortunately, much of the wine now decorates the floor.Erestor can only blink owlishly back at his sudden enthusiasm.

" Then, please, Master Erestor! Do arrange it at your nearest convenience! It pleases me greatly to meet my fellows once more!" "Certainly, with permission of His Majesty? I'm afraid I may have caused chaos to any of the planned meetings you may have with Lord Glorfindel." Erestor turns to Erenion, switching back to sindarin, who then gives the unpredictable advisor a tired look.

"I expect nothing less from you Erestor, because that is what you do for me. Chaos. But yes, by all means." The High King has to admit begrudgingly, the sly feanorian always seem to know what to do. More than his own advisors it seems...a pity his loyalty is only to his Herald. Though he is uncertain how much he can reign in that wild impudent spirit anyways.

With a bow, Erestor excuses himself in the name of duty. He lays a hand over the large palm hand resting on his shoulder gently. While the dark haired ellon's other hand glides over the Golden Lord's fingers, plucking the now empty wine glass away with care as he slowly turns around. The dark figure leaves, fading into the crowd, with Glorfindel's bright gaze lingering on as the ellon glides away with a whisper of dark robes that leaves not a trace behind in his wake.

Erenion Gil-Galad is High King of Lindon and ruler of the elves.Though in that moment, as he shares a look with Elrond before sipping his now warm wine, he felt like an intruder in his own domain.

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A/N: I have no idea where this is going but somewhere?

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

#glorfindel #erestor #glorestor #the silmarillion #ficlet #erenion gil galad #gil galad #elrond #coughing up more randomness

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lifthy70-caladiel · 4 months

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This is my drawing of Gil-galad. It took me about 6h-7h.

#gil galad #erenion gil galad #rings of power #lord of the rings #benjamin walker

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hirillaeriel · 9 months

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Sometimes when I want a laugh I imagine that Gil-Galad never died, but Elrond gaslit the entire elven race into thinking they were hallucinating so Gil-Galad just got ignored so hard and was forced into retirement.

I read a fic recently that had Gil-Galad become Gildor and it made me so happy.

#Elrond would do this #If he thinks for a moment you are overworking...#lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #elrond #lotr elrond #gilgalad #erenion gil galad #erenion

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lokittystuckinatree · 1 year

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Omg I can’t believe a long lost note from Tolkien just revealed who Gil Galad’s REAL PARENTS ARE

You guys aren’t going to believe how much I’ve wanted the answer to this question! You also won’t believe the answer:

Link explaining the article is here, https://youtu.be/DKP16d_WdZM but I’m too excited so I’m gonna spoil it!

Drumroll please…

Tom Bombadil and Goldberry!

Just kidding!

He is the second son of Aredhel, fathered in secret by Celegorm!

Just kidding!

He is the secret love child of Andreth and Aegnor!

Just kidding!

The unfortunate truth is no one knows who Gil Galad’s parents are. Maedhros found him floating down a river in a basket so he and Fingon Coparented.

And that link is not a rickroll btw. It’s far worse

#silmarillion #gil galad #erenion Gil Galad #Erenion #russingon #Tolkien #Tom Bombadil #april fools

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eleanoraborealis · 1 year

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The portrait of High King Erenion Gil-galad that hangs in the hall of fire in Imladris

#Courtly Noldorin Portraiture #erenion Gil-galad #gil galad #art #lotr #fanart #tolkien #tolkien elves #lord of the rings #silmarillion #silm art

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mothdalf · 7 months

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Tolkientober day 14: Erenion, the High King with no castle

Just picturing a young Gil-Galad being suddenly in charge of the mess that is the Noldor in Beleriand like “well fuck”

#inktober #tolkientober #inktober day 14 #inktober castle #day 14 castle #first age antics #silmarillion #my art #erenion #gil galad who is his dad

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aureentuluva70 · 1 year

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An extremely underexplored concept in the silm fandom concerning who Gil-Galad's dad is doesn't actually have anything to do with his dad at all, but his mom.

Like, where are all the Gil's mom oc's? You can at least acknowledge the one version where Gil's mom was actually named, her name being Meril. And yet I find practically nothing.

Gil-Galad deserves to know for a surety of who at least one of his parents is, and amidst all the crack theories of Gil-Galad's 5+ dads, who better than his own, one mother? At least let him be close to his mom!

Like, Gil-Galad may or may not know who his father is, but he does know that he is the son of his mother, who he loves and takes after the most in terms of personality and character and he's gonna make sure everybody knows that. He's a momma's boy through and through and he's gonna make it everyone's problem.

#Gil-Galad #Gilgalad the momma's boy #Let Gil galad know his mom #The poor guy deserves a break from all the crack theories #tolkien #silmarillion #Silm #Meril #Erenion

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carmisse · 3 months

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Fëanorians and their offspring.

Basically fairly random headcanons where Fëanor has nine grandchildren and his line does not die out.

Maedhros and Fingon marry and have baby Ereinion. In this AU, Maedhros does manage to find the twins Eluréd and Elurín, whom he kept under his care; he even baptizes them with names in Quenya.

Maglor adopts (kidnaps) the twins. Following canon, for a change. Although it turns out that Daeron and he fathered a child while they were still married. They divorced after Doriath, so Maglor never knew his husband was in waiting.

After the death of her beloved cousin, Celegorm keeps the only memory of her, baby Maeglin, at her request (Tugorn, who is Turgon?).

After a night of wine without measure, the always neat Caranthir spends hours in bed with Turgon, which results in little Erestor.

Curufin simply disappeared for a year and when he returned he had Telperinquar in his arms.

Amrod and Amras are great uncles who spoil their nephews.

Space is limited, so I did not include the Feanorians' spouses. Husbands, or of course, in this AU they are queer.

These are completely random headcanons that come to mind.

The canon has gone to hell.

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braxix · 8 months

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Galadriel: I found two puppies. I'm gonna name them after Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor.

Elrond: That's nice... I think.

Galadriel: They're named Sparkle and Little Bitch.

Elrond: There it is.

#lotr #lord of the rings #incorrect lord of the rings quotes #silmarillion #incorrect silmarillion quotes #incorrect quotes #elrond #lotr elrond #galadriel #lotr galadriel #gil galad #erenion gil galad #celebrimbor #lotr celebrimbor

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velvet4510 · 18 days

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#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #lotr theories #lotr poll #gil galad #erenion gil galad #high king of the noldor #noldor #irime lalwen #cirdan #tolkien elves #tolkien legendarium

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nighttimepatrons · 5 months

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Gil-Galad: Okay, get in.

#my art #wip #gil-galad #erenion #middle earth #the silm fandom #silm #silmarillion #elves #silm ABO au

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theelvenhaven · 2 years

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Cuddling Gil-Galad

Request: Can you please write a "cuddling with Gil-galad" headcanon. Freaking love your blog by the way and I always try to think of new things for when requests are open

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- The plus side to wanting to cuddle with Gil-Galad is absolutely loves to cuddle with you, it is his favorite pastime.

- The downside is trying to find time to get Gil-Galad to cuddle with you.

- Gil-Galad loves cuddling in private over public, because he doesn’t want the publics unwanted opinion about what he does with his partner.

- Though that doesn’t mean he won’t wrap his arm around your shoulders to pull you in for an embrace and to hold you there momentarily.

- As much as he loves to dote on you affectionately and publicly, there are definitely some limits considering Gil-Galad’s status and what his expectations are as a leader.

- Gil-Galad won’t often do so in the mornings, as he’s very bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to go ahead and get his day started.

- So if you need that early morning dose of endorphins in the form of cuddling, you most likely won’t get them.

- You’re better off waking the two of you up early and coaxing him into it that way and not that you got him up early because he’s late for something.

- If you can manage to get up early enough to have a cuddle session with him, Gil-Galad loves the feeling of you laying your head on his chest as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close to him.

- He relaxes for a bit, rubbing your arms affectionately and moving to press a soft and lazy kiss to your forehead.

- Tempting you into dozing off, with Gil-Galad who will be wide awake the whole time.

- Cuddling you helps keep him calm and less focused on the fact that he might want to start thinking about readying for his day so early and reporting to his appropriate stations.

- He’ll instead take his time with you, indulging in his every second with you until he has no choice but to relinquish the session to work.

- Gil-Galad tends to come to bed late in the evenings, so it can get tricky trying to find what the appropriate time is to cuddle together at night too.

- But if you ask him or tell him that you want time to be able to spend alone with him, Gil-Galad will put in the effort to make time to cuddle and spend time 0with you in the evening.

- After a long day in court, and doing reports/papers and training physically, he is happy to indulge in a lazy and comfort filled evening.

- In all honesty this is the time of the day where you will be able to get away with him laying on you.

- After a meal and a bath, Gil-Galad loves to crawl into bed and rest his head on your chest, feeling both of your arms encircle him.

- Playing with his hair, or rubbing his back and shoulders is very welcomed and he won’t complain.

- While usually he is content with being up late into the evening with you until you fall asleep, Gil-Galad certainly won’t mind any of your attempts to get him into a state of sleeping.

- He’s fairly easy to convince at that point if that’s your goal.

- On other nights when the day hasn’t been so long and grueling, Gil-Galad loves to lay together in bed, legs and arms draped over one another.

- Facing each other as you guys tell each other about your days.

- He adores hearing about your day, how you light up, the way you smile and giggle as he makes a joke or two.

- Gil-Galad longs for those moments daily when work keeps him far too long.

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mediumsizedpidegon · 9 months

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if i ever made art or fic depicting the events of the Silmarillion I think the thing I'd have the most fun with is setting up the sheer contrast between the previous High Kings of the Noldor and Gil-Galad.

Gil-Galad Erenion rises to kingship during the First Age's apocalypse. He is no one, unknown– he does not exist in the narrative until things go fully to shit– only to appear with the trappings and responsibility of leadership already upon him. This is not the sort of character that exists without hardship to shape them: these are the sort of names a person is earns, not born with. Whoever Gil-Galad was before, that person is dead, forgotten, and Erenion sprung fully formed from their ashes.

(All his names are titles. All his names are epessë, his mother and father names dead in the dirt. What was your name before you were Erenion, Elros asks him, and Gil-Galad says, Finellach. It is a lie.)

Gil-Galad is a king in suffering and starvation, in the end of times. He is not getting ceremonial gowns fitted or a crown commissioned. He is Noldorin, of a great people of many crafts, and still he wears no rings on his fingers, no earrings in his ears, neither necklaces nor bracelets upon his wrists and neck– a lack of ornamentation that is akin to nakedness. The only place he yields is his hair, woven with black ribbons into a crown of braids, small blades tucked between the folds forming a halo around the circumference of his skull.

Gil-Galad is High King of steel and brass instead of silver and gold. He is a King with no clothes for leisure– never is he seen without his many layers of furs or the bright armor laying beneath. He wears blue like the Nolofinweans before him, and his hair, silver veined with black, is almost Fingon's inverse. He has the silver tresses of the Teleri, so surely (surely?) he's Arafinwean. He wears none of the symbols of the many branches of the Finweans, only his own. His eyes have the unforgiving blaze of a white star, as if he absorbed the piece of one.

He is Fingon's son, except Fingon was not married and couldn't have hidden a child. He is Orodreth's son, except Orodreth's had one child, and she is dead. He is Lalwen's son, but she does not claim him.

The biggest difference between the preceeding High Kings and Gil-Galad is this: they have known peace, a time before Morgoth.

Gil-Galad, war-child, spear-son, soldier-king, has not.

#the silmarillion #tolkien #gil galad erenion #silm meta #IF YOU CAN GUESS WHO GIL GALAD WAS BEFORE THE CROWN I WILL BE *SO* PLEASED #i just. have many many feelings about gil galad #Gil Galad is a corpse waiting to happen. he's a revenant that's still living. he's a ghost that's reinvented himself.#this crown will kill him. he will never win this war. but he can make it hurt. he can make it harder for the enemy.#he can stretch the time they have left. He can be a ghost with a beating heart and steal victory from death's teeth.#except Morgoth is defeated and Gil Galad still lives.#what the FUCK is he supposed to do with that? how is he to learn to live again? how is he to be a king in peace time?#my posts

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