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i know gil-galad son of andreth and aegnor is A Thing but what about gildor inglorion son of andreth and aegnor. passed to finrod when he was yet very young, and andreth was beginning to struggle keep his lineage a secret. few questions are asked at nargothrond; finrod has a habit of fostering beorian children of whose parents he is fond, for weeks or months or years. it is no great thing to them, and their lord's private business, besides. so when the poor thing's parents perished in that terrible accident (mortals are so fragile, you see) of course he would take the child in and install him as a permanent part of his household. they don't recall his parent's names, and a profound grief flashes over the king's face whenever the subject is brought up, so they simply call him the son of the golden-haired one. at least one of his parents must have shared his hair color, after all, and even if they didn't, finrod is his adoptive father, in a sense. after enough time and tragedy they forget that he is meant to be mortal. no one questions that he does not age or die as the centuries pass. how much he knows of his own parentage is questionable.
he does know that he is the last of finrod's house in middle-earth.
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nin-varisse · 5 months
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I love the silm fandom for making every elf with unknown origins Maglor. Lindir? That's Maglor! Erestor? Maglor of course! What about Gildor then, huh? Finrod is his cousin!
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lesbiansforboromir · 6 months
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If there are a million haters of Gildor Inglorion I am one of them, if there are three I am one of them, if there is only one then I am that hater and if there are none then I have been killed, possibly because I asked Gildor Inglorion for advice during my harrowing martyr's journey and he refused to give me any because he's way too special and busy to do so (he is literally having a picnic in the woods right now) (he just told me not sentences ago that he and his friends are straight up chilling before they have to sail to heaven) (his lackey also said I'm boring) and then I got sniffed out by an undead wraith hellbent on my demise and I was horrifically murdered, fully dooming the world to misery, enslavement and ruin.
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fistfuloflightning · 9 months
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This is my home With my father, mother, brother Oh so noble, oh so strong
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prince-of-syne · 5 months
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GILDOR INGLORION
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The leader of a wandering company, in a forest in Eriador...
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solmarillion · 6 months
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The Forest Ghost of Rivendell
Summary: One night in Rivendell, Elrohir, Elladan and Bilbo partake in telling scary stories, under Elrond's watchful eye. Elrohir weaves a tale about getting lost in the woods, overcome by the grief of the forest guardian- but his story might have more truth to it than one would expect…
Written for Innumerable Stars 2023. Please support the other works in the collection!
Rating: General Words: 1228 Characters: Elrohir, Elladan, Gildor Inglorion, Bilbo Baggins, Elrond, Celebrían (mentioned)
Gift for @lemurious. Thank you for the fun prompt!
Read on Ao3 here!
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melpomaen · 9 days
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RULES: Post descriptions of your WIPs in a poll. For whichever one wins, write 8 sentences.
Tagging: anyone who'd like to :)
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tilions · 8 months
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Gildor and Lindir knew many songs he had never heard of.
They were sometimes sad, sometimes beautiful, sometimes they were complete nonsense. The latter kind of songs were Gildor's speciality and he sang them with his friends as a greeting whenever guests strayed into the valley.
Most songs, however, no matter what their tone, carried with them a certain kind of longing. They were about things of old, about heroes and heroines, about great deeds and adventures. Sometimes, when he listened to Lindir sing in the Hall of Fire and closed his eyes, he would see them in his mind and his chest would tighten painfully at the memories. Even if it was only a song about something very simple like the rivers and streams.
Worse, however, for him, were pieces that were about the immortal lands. They aroused homesickness in him like never before, not even in his last life. He couldn't help but look west then, full of longing and hopefulness.
Sometimes Glorfindel would sing himself. Songs from his own childhood that had no trace of longing because the concept had been foreign to everyone back then; but he quickly grew tired of them, for these times had long since passed, the memory of them made his soul feel heavy.
Apparently everything in those times was full of longing.
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sesamenom · 2 years
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Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finarfin
What if Gildor is in fact Finrod and Amarie's son, who a some point mid-to-late-SA traveled back to Middle-Earth? Maybe he went with Glorfindel upon his return, or maybe he fought in the War of Wrath and just stayed in Middle-Earth. Of course, he decided to stay with his aunt and cousin, which led to him eventually working for Galadriel and Elrond.
Evidence to support this: early drafts suggest he's a native Quenya speaker. He says "we are Exiles". Finrod almost definitely has a bunch of kids in Valinor now. It's possible for someone to return to Beleriand, and if he's old enough to fight in the War of Wrath, he was definitely there with his father and grandfather in battle. Also he seems really proud of his heritage- he doesn't introduce himself just as Gildor, or Gildor of Imladris. No, he's "Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finarfin."
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velvet4510 · 2 days
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between-thepages · 23 days
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reunited
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Gildor Inglorion
Tags: Polyamory, implied reunion sex, talking, a hint of romance, innuendo.
Summary:
Gildor has returned from his latest journey to the Havens, causing a bit of a stir In which Erestor knows everything, Glorfindel is very in love with his boyfriends, and Gildor is horny (despite barely even being in this fic)
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coopsgirl · 1 year
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Another successful recipe test from my elven cookbook. I used fresh apple (granny Smith as they are good for baking) instead of dried apples (which also means you don't need the water). Next time I would increase the amount of apple to 1 1/2 cups instead of just one cup because the apples added such good flavor and more sweetness as this recipe doesn't have a lot of sugar. The poppy seeds as nice texture but you could replace them with nuts or leave them out all together. It's especially good if you warm it a little.
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verecunda · 2 years
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I wouldn’t go so far as to call it a headcanon, but if I had to choose a canonical Elf to be the child of Aegnor and Andreth, Gildor would be pretty high on my list - if only on the strength of his name! 
He introduces himself as “Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finrod.” Inglor was one of the early names for Finrod Felagund, and as I said before (I think it was to @irisseireth?), it’s a bit like him being called Gildor McFinrod O’Finrodsson. I can just see Finrod taking in his nephew and giving him a name like that. 
(All the other Elves are like, “Right, Finrod, but he’s quite blatantly not yours, so whose is he?” Finrod like, “Doesn’t matter! HE’S OF THE HOUSE OF FINROD OKAY?”)
There’s also the fact that Gildor is the name of one of Barahir’s outlaw band, so it’s clearly a name used among humans in Ladros.
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fistfuloflightning · 8 months
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“For so long I stood with your choices, Amil. But I can no longer look away, not when you have gone too far.” In his reddened eyes was a flicker of fury, of grief. Shards of a breaking heart. “Whether acting under the Oath or spurred on by your own demons, what you did was unforgivable.”
He touched Gildor’s shoulder and turned his brother away, though the boy twisted for one lasted tearful look at Curufin. But Celebrimbor would not turn, even as he walked away. He knew what sight awaited him should he give in to the need for one last glimpse of his mother.
Standing alone in the center of the hall, a dark shadow staining the white stone of Nargothrond. This place that had been home had been tainted, violated. Curufin was proud—even if in the wrong she would not admit to anything. There would be no regret in those hard eyes, not for the blood on her hands. Not for sending her own husband to his death.
No, Celebrimbor would not look back.
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matrose · 2 years
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meeting gildor inglorion
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