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adwendoodles · 7 months
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Hello @thelien-art I saw your DTIYS and I was instantly inspired to do a quick celebrian x elrond because it's super cute and also I've... never actually drawn them together? blasphemy
This was super fun but shading clothing defeated me. I definitely tried to keep the really cool flowing shapes you had for the hair and clothing folds. I made the bg pink whilst sketching and then committed too hard, now it's shojou romance time
ft. live king reaction below the cut
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sesamenom · 6 months
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elladan has Opinions about aragorn's elessar outfit
(btw arwen & elladan have silver hair in this one bc of their treelight hair thing)
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chicotfp · 1 year
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Inspired by that one scene from LOTR where Legolas is a sassy little shit)))
'Mykolaichik' For @graphicabyss ♡
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radjerda · 1 year
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The Lord and Lady of Rivendell and their children!
This started out as a doodle of Elrond, but then he looked lonely on his own. And so like the reasonable person I am, I drew him the rest of his immediate family instead of sleeping
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thefangirlofhp · 28 days
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“The earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal” but let’s talk why that is an oxymoron. 
To love is to be changed, goes the saying. And when Durin is faced with a drowning friend holding out his arm for salvation, Durin thinks little of his own empire. His father, King, is wary: knows that Middle-Earth and all its variations are landmarked with remnants of empires and old glories fallen to memory and time and knows that, like all else, the elves have a time, the end of which they must eventually meet, no matter how long. It is bitter, as all passings are, and inevitable like all truths. To save the elves would mean their own demise; to risk dwarven lives, to plunge deeper into the depths of the earth with its foreboding reality hanging overhead: to dig further would be turning over the soil of their own graves. And yet, Durin does exactly that. 
To love is to be changed, and who’d have thought a dwarf would defy king and duty for the sake of elves (read: one half-elf who’d taken up a sword to save his life from a troll or two. Some think three and that the sword be a bow, but that is of no matter) and yet it is exactly what Durin does. Cripples his empire to save his friend (in hindsight, it does not fall in a day or two but years do feel like days to elves), and no-one talks much about how yet another ruin fell for love. When mentioning Durin’s great line, it is with the bitter taste of remembering yet another glory of another time brought to its knees. The dwarves pinnacled in their lifetime, it is remarked, but greed is a vicious master and they met ends in the depths of mountains where fire rears its head with a whip and a wizard would meet his match, where even Orcs and fell creatures of the dark cower in fear. But there is no-one to reiterate: Durin dug deep for his friend (read: the entire elven race). Durin’s empire had little gain from elven timber of a Whatnot Sacred Forest or wheat and grain though it turned the interest of dwarven lords, but Durin—loved and loving, against his wishes and better judgment—who rushed under crumbling mines to save his mining subjects from death defies king and country, and digs up precious ore for a most vicious greed: that he should keep his friend, for one more day, and one more lifetime. 
Empires are built to fall: it is the inevitable truth. Someday, whatever day it be, regardless of the cause. Empires believe they are eternal, or so the saying goes, and offers the evidence: ruin littering the earth. Yet all recognize the ruin, and the song such empires once hummed haunt the corridors and abandoned archways. Durin’s line broken, Gil-Galad fallen. Elrond passing into memory.
To love is to be remembered, and Elrond carries the memory of Durin’s hearty laugh and the set of his brow over determined eyes and recognizes its bearing in his descendants. Thorin looks little like his late friend but for the same fire in his eyes, the same secrecy and pride. Elrond is tempted to uncover such secrets if only to see whether the same spluttering indignation exists; Elrond misses it. Durin and his kingdom fall, or rather, it shatters into scattered starlight, yet it still remains. In elven memory, and elven kingdoms, shedding its light onto changed, remembering hearts. 
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twofoursixohjuan · 1 year
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reasoning in the tags!
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Lasgen having to make small talk with the visiting elves from imlardis.
Lasgen: Sooooo, how’s Maglor doing these says?
Visiting Glorfindel: he’s good, he’s stopped wailing about his woes for the most part.
Lasgen: really? Man that’s great. It’s about time he got over it.
Visiting Glorfindel: yeah, except for the fact that he COMMITED 4 MASSACRES!
Lasgen: *looking anywhere except at Glorfindel* uuuh, pfft, i mean who hasn’t went insane with rage and gone on a killing spree at some point so you know you take what you can get man c’mon-
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winwin17 · 21 days
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Canonically, Elladan and Elrohir are practically identical, so close in appearance that few can tell them apart. Therefore, I kind of have this headcanon that they used to mess with kid Aragorn and purposely confuse him as to which one of them was which.
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Elwing, who ruled a mixed elven-human town of refugees, who managed diplomacy while her husband was away, who spoke multiple languages and loved the waves, was a much greater influence on the politics of early Númenor than local boat dad Eärendil or feral coleader of a political movement turned jewelry-ownership cult crawling towards the end of the world Maglor.
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runawaymun · 2 years
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i am literally begging someone to do a side-by-side gif comparison of 
a) Elrond fighting the ring-wraiths in The Hobbit vs Aragorn fighting them in The Fellowship (besides obvious parallels they move!! the same!! way!!) 
b) Elrond commanding the archers at the Battle of Five Armies vs Aragorn commanding the archers at Helm’s Deep
I just have a lot of feelings about how Elrond’s fingerprints are all over Aragorn everywhere you look and how it’s very clear that he taught him medicine and music and how to lead an army. My boy was singing about Luthien late at night during Fellowship and you cannot tell me that he didn’t learn that from Elrond as a bedtime story. I have FEELINGS, okay. 
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averagenolofinwean · 4 months
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Elrond: Whenever people hear about my childhood, they always tell me I should've been at the club. I tell them that no, I should've been at the library and not at a club. Then I tell them they should've been at the library when they were a child. They usually back off after that.
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Aiwë's Masterlist
Rings of Power
Durin/Elrond/Disa:
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Where Shadows Lie
Something New
Velvet and Gold (Sequel to Something New)
Between a Rock and a Hard Place on Ao3 or Here
That One Bath Scene (Sequel to Between a Rock and a Hard Place) on Ao3 or Here
Durin/Elrond:
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The Stars For Company
Somewhere in the Woods on Ao3 or Here
Celebrimbor/Elrond:
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For The Lovers on Ao3 or Here
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lotr-bitches · 7 months
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i am currently experiencing maglor and elrond feelings. please return in a day or two
in all seriousness, have this scene:
‘Do you have the key to the fortress?’
Elrond looked at him strangely. Maglor just sighed.
‘Do you have it?’
‘Atar, I don’t know what you want from me.’
Maglor sighed heavily. ‘The key. Do you have it?’
Elrond turned to rifle through his desk. Truthfully, he wasn’t really looking, but he would never tell Maglor that.
Maglor sank into the chair behind him, chest heaving. He sighed which slipped into a laugh. When it eventually found its way into a sob, Elrond turned to face him again.
‘It’s all I have left of him.’
‘It’s not all you have left.’ Elrond spared a cursory glance for his father’s tears.
‘I lost him. Mae is gone.’
‘You don’t think I didn’t lose him too?’ Elrond’s voice was quiet.
‘You don’t know how it feels.’
‘I am the only person who knows how it feels.’
Elrond sighed, trying to fill the silence. ‘The fortress is inaccessible,’ Elrond said.
Maglor snorted, an undignified sound, incongruous of him.
‘So it is.’
‘It is us, in the end.’ Elrond smiled at his father and went back to his desk.
‘At the end, it is me.’
Maglor turned West.
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amethysttribble · 1 year
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It occurs to me that I feel like I’ve spent a fair amount of time thinking about Elros’s motivations for why he chose Men but little and less on why Elrond chose Elves. Which is an oversight. 
But what metaphysical, philosophical reasons might one have to choose the fate of the Elves? The immortality and god paradise are enticing, sure, but that feels like its far to shallow for Elrond, especially considering he didn’t go to the god paradise until literally the curtain call. I also hesitate to say it was to have the time to help others over many years- which is what he ends up doing- because that’s so dismissive of the Elvish Condition
There has to be something worthwhile, philosophically speaking, to taking on Elvish metaphysical suffering and Elvish metaphysical joy.
I just don’t know what it is and I’ve never bothered to wonder and still’ve got few thoughts on the subject.
Which I think is funny, and far more telling about the Human Condition, because even in fantasy books, we bend over backwards to try and explain why one might want to be Human and never even question why one wouldn’t want to be one.
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legoyass · 1 year
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Goddamn those elves have some nice tits
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pacificgasandelectric · 4 months
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on god one of these days i am GOING to write that dismissive-avoidant-attachment-style!elrond fic that the world Needs
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