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thegreatzombieartisan · 1 year

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Hi, you seem to be new to Tolkiens world. As a general rule Hobbits seem to be the only people in Middle-Earth that do surnames. The only Men with surnames we see are from Shire-adjacent Bree. Other Men, Elves and Dwarves go by some form of patronymic. Aragorn son of Arathorn, Gimli Gloinsson, Legolas Thranduilion... When travelling far from home such a name might be exchanged for a region of origin, like Frodo of the Shire or Eomer of Rohan. Hope that Was coherend.

Thank you for weighing-in on my post about Halbrand’s name. It’s an evidenced stance for sure.

I’m neither a scholar nor brand new to Tolkien’s work. I’m aware names matter since bloodlines hold significance in legendarium. I simply like exploring abstract ideas and possibilities.

Also I recognize that as a book adaption, TRoP is a translation of Tolkien’s work. Many storylines, like that of the Southlands, don’t exist in legendarium. Thus, names aren’t beholden to “rules” - or more accurately, inferences - such as detailed in your comment. For example, Miriel is styled as “Queen Regent.” Yet, “Tar” is the appropriate title, as the “Queen” title is nonexistent in Numenor.

Personally, I presumed “Halbrand” was a first name because it doesn’t affiliate him with a bloodline, thus lending the obscurity desired. However, “Halbrand” might also be a very common Southland surname like Williams in the US or Nguyễn in Vietnam. And therefore, a first name might also blow his cover.

In any event, “Halbrand… of the Southlands” tells the Numenroean court nothing about him. Goal achieved. To me, the smartest origin and stylization of Halbrand’s name would provide his character anonymity and a clue to his true identity.

Somewhat off topic: Galadriel is a daughter of the Golden House of Finarfin. But Lord Halbrand is son of who and of what House? He’s never tyled beyond that. It can’t be assumed he was a direct heir to the last king, whose House is also never disclosed. Bloodlines matter so much in legendarium, that others would deem Halbrand’s lack of affiliation to be unacceptable.

#halbrand #rings of power #asks #watsonian

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whatsaconsequence · 3 years

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Aragorn: wow the stars are beautiful tonight

Boromir: yeah

Aragorn: but you know what else is beautiful?

Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli: Legolas

#aragorn x legolas #lotr #boromir x aragorn #aragorn x boromir #gimli #gimli gloinsson #legolas #boromir #aragorn #aragorn son of arathorn #lord of the rings #gigolas #if you squint #my post #my stuff

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verycorrectlotr · 5 years

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Aragorn: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Legolas: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Gimli: Then you’re poisonous, you idiot!

Frodo: What if it bites itself and I die?

Gandalf: That’s voodoo.

Sam: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Boromir: That’s correlation, not causation.

Merry: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Pippin: That’s kinky ;)

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ironvoan · 7 years

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i couldn’t find a picture of Gimli alone that i felt like drawing so here is an experimental digital painting (??) of the Best Friends riding together

#lotr #lord of the rings #legolas #gimli #legolas greenleaf #digital #ask #color palette challenge #gimli gloinsson #request #requests

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nihilwrites · 3 years

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Under the Stars

Pairing: Legolas / Gimli

Summary: Legolas and Gimli stargaze together high in the trees of Lothlorien.

Tags: Legolas POV, Fluff, during Canon, G rated, ficlet, completed

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When did Legolas Greenleaf first come to love Gimli son of Gloin?

Perhaps it was when Gimli first came to love the Lady of the Wood.

For in that moment, Legolas saw something in Gimli’s eye that he had never perceived in the eyes of men or dwarves before. And indeed, it made him wonder that he had never really looked into the eyes of a dwarf.

“The sight of elves has grown weak indeed,” thought Legolas, “if they cannot see the depth and beauty of the eyes of Gimli Gloin’s son.”

Dwarves were a proud people. Proud of their creations above all else. Stone and gems and precious silver brought light to their eyes, but they little cared for living things, thought Legolas upon a time.

Not so, now. For Gimli valued the fairness and majesty of the Lady Galadriel above any jewel or stony hall crafted by his forefathers.

When Legolas later spoke to Gimli of the Lady, Gimli’s eyes shone again with wonder, awe, and love. But now his eyes were cast towards Legolas himself, and the elf was struck with a feeling he had not known in all his long years in the great Elvish Kingdom of his father.

From then on, Legolas and Gimli went often together in the land of Lothlorien. Legolas delighted in showing Gimli the wonders of the wood. Each time the dwarf lent compliment to the woodland realm, Legolas felt a thrill go through him. Long had Legolas yearned to see the golden wood, but now he found he preferred to watch the dwarfs enjoyment most of all. Did Legolas truly see the trees and flets of Lothlorien? Or did he only see the purest essence of them, reflected in the face of Gimli?

In the highest flets of the Mallorn trees, the platforms would sway gently in the breeze. Though dwarves are well accustomed to high places and precarious stairs, the stairs are always made of stone and do not sway and rock like a ship on the sea.

“Come just a little higher!” Legolas called merrily, from the ladder above Gimli’s head. “They say this is the best place to view the stars, and the sky is clear tonight!”

“I can see the stars well enough from here,” replied Gimli, holding tightly to the bole of the tree and eying the slender ladder warily, “there, between the branches. A beautiful sight.”

“Would you truly settle for such a narrow view after you have already climbed this high?” Asked Legolas, descending down to Gimli’s level.

“Come, I will carry you to the very top. You may close your eyes tightly lest your fear get the better of you.”

Legolas knelt down and indicated that the dwarf might climb onto his back, little believing that he would.

“Fear! I am not afraid,” blustered the dwarf, “we dwarves are simply not so enamored of stars as you elves.”

Legolas was not fooled by this claim, and merely smiled in response.

Gimli hesitated for a moment and then declared, “I will climb. But you will climb below me, so if this blasted wind shakes me loose it shall bring the both of us crashing down to the good solid earth.”

“You shall climb first,” agreed Legolas, “but if you fall, I shall catch you.”

Gimli harrumphed but began the ascent all the same. Once he was resolved to do it, he climbed quickly and assuredly, somewhat to Legolas’s disappointment. The Elf would have loved nothing more than to catch Gimli in his arms and carry him to safety.

The ladder brought them to the edge of a round platform perched upon the very crown of the tree, without a single branch above it. It was not the tallest tree in the city, but here at the very edge near the great green hedge, it stood a fair bit higher than its neighbors, affording a view that was not to be found in the center of the city where many ancient trees grew thick and tall.

Legolas, with all the balance and grace of the elder race, stood upon the platform as it tilted and turned, riding it like the deck of a ship upon a rolling sea. The movement to him felt comfortable and natural to him, accustomed as he was to climbing the great trees of his homeland and standing upon their boughs.

Gimli, however, was laying face down, with his arms and legs splayed wide to keep his balance.

Legolas laughed and said, “Come, Gimli, if you will not stand or sit then you must at least lay on your back so that you may see the stars!”

Slowly and carefully, so as to not fall off the narrow platform, Gimli rolled onto his back, his eyes shut tight with fear or concentration. After a breath to calm himself, and feeling about with his hands to make sure he was not at the platform’s edge, he finally opened his eyes and beheld the stars.

As Gimli took in the sight, his eyes widened and his breath caught. Here above the treetops, with neither mountain nor cloud in the periphery of his sight, he felt himself to be floating up there among the stars, swimming in them. Distant, they seemed, but no farther than the cares of the world down below.

“Well!” said Gimli, searching for words to describe this new feeling, “well that is a sight to see indeed!”

“It is,” said Legolas.

“Beautiful!” Murmured Gimli, entranced by the heavens.

“Beyond compare,” agreed Legolas, but he was not looking at the stars.

“Come lay beside me, Legolas. Sure-footed you may be, but I believe I’ve found the best position to watch the sky.”

Gladly did Legolas lay down beside Gimli, though his face was still turned towards the dwarf and not the sky at all. Fixated as Gimli was, he made no notice of the elf’s staring.

“What do you know of the stars?” asked Legolas.

“We have named but a few in my language,” said Gimli, “and those only for the purposes of navigation. Those, and the seven stars of Durin’s crown. But we look not to the sky for that constellation, wishing only to see it in the Mirrormere as Durin once did.”

“We have named many constellations in our language, and every young elf learns them by heart.”

“Show me,” said Gimli, and Legolas’s heart sang with joy.

Legolas pointed at a string of twinkling stars and said, “here are the seven stars the elves sing of. Valacirca, sickle of the Valar. Perhaps they are the same that Durin saw reflected in those waters, but elves do not claim knowledge of that lore.”

“Where?” Asked Gimli, “I see only a vast field of lights, forming no distinct shapes in my eyes.”

“There,” said Legolas, pointing a slender finger towards the sky, “see there the four stars of the handle, and three more to form the curved blade.”

“There?” asked Gimli, pointing at an unrelated clump of stars.

Legolas slid closer to Gimli on the platform, shoulder to shoulder, so he could better see the dwarf’s perspective. Legolas took Gimli’s hand and gently adjusted it’s direction.

“There,” said Legolas. “Valacirca. The handle, and…”

“The sickle!” exclaimed Gimli, “yes, I see it! So brightly it shines, I wonder how I’ve never noticed it before!”

Legolas entwined his fingers with Gimli and, hands clasped, continued to point out the constellations. There were many stars to name, and eventually Gimli ceased to make exclamations and grew quiet.

Thinking his companion had fallen asleep, Legolas lowered their hands and lay there in silence for a while, simply drinking in the night sky.

After some time, Legolas turned his head to look at Gimli, and found he was not asleep at all. His breath was so slow and regular that Legolas had not imagined he could still be awake, but his eyes were wide open, staring contentedly up at the stars. Knowing the dwarf was awake, Legolas became aware that he had not yet let go of Gimli’s hand, and that he did not particularly want to.

Sensing the stare, Gimli turned his head towards Legolas as well, a smile cracking through his previous serenity.

“I think I understand the elves a little better now,” said Gimli, “though I suspect I’ll have forgotten all the names you told me come morning.”

“Then I will tell you again. Each one has a story, and it would take many lifetimes of men to tell them all.”

“And I will listen to them gladly, if we ever land again in such a peaceful place.”

Those words shook the magic of the moment a little, for at once they both remembered that they were in the midst of an urgent quest, and this swaying treetop under the stars was but an island in a sea of dangers.

“The company will be looking for me soon,” said Gimli. “I thought I might fall asleep here, but I am determined to die in battle or as an old graybeard, not as a youngling falling out of a tree because he was too foolish to seek a proper bed.”

“I would not let you fall,” said Legolas, “and I had a mind to rest here myself. The sunrise will be worth the wait.”

“Let it not be said that Gimli Gloinsson is afraid of heights,” said Gimli, “but I daren’t rest my eyes till I am back on solid ground. I am neither bird nor elf, and not designed for sleeping in trees.

“Very well,” said Legolas with a laugh in his voice, “we shall return to the company and leave this bird’s nest to the birds.”

“Good. That’s good,” said Gimli, turning his face back to the sky, “but my eyes are not yet tired, and I shan’t roll off while I’m awake. Will you stay here with me a bit longer?”

“Yes,” said Legolas, “gladly I will stay with you.”

With Gimli’s eyes on the stars, and Legolas’s eyes on Gimli, and both with hands entwined, they lay there yet a while longer, high in the treetops of fair Lothlorien.

#lord of the rings #legolas #gimli #legolas/gimli #fanfiction #tolkien #jrr tolkien #if you squint you can still interpret this as friendship but why would you bother

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egregiousderp · 5 years

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Nobody has a more peak college experience than Gimli Gloinsson.

Like.

He goes on this great study abroad deal, his parents are proud, he’s already so cultured and has such a way with words-

And here their perfect son, with the golden tongue, and the classic dwarven beauty comes home with this skinny elven redneck on his arm and three hairs in a special locket on his jacket like “so I decided to major in Elven Studies and this is my boyfriend Greenleaf Greenleaf. We’re moving close to a forest so we can look at the stars together.” While Gloin sobs LADDIE NO and wonders where he went wrong.

#lord of the rings #LOTR #gimli son of gloin #gimli is my favorite ever and the movies did him no justice #WHAT DID WE DO WRONG? OUR SON HAS AN ELVEN FETISH.#‘and this is Frodo. he’s a-‘ ‘LAD I KNOW WHAT A WEE HOBBIT IS WHY FOR THE LOVE OF MAHAL COULD YE NOT’VE FALLEN FOR THE HOBBIT?’

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lendiel · 7 years

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#lord of the rings #lotr #gimli #the dwarf #gloinsson #crack is a bitch #mine #tolkien #sry not sry

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lesbian-gandalf · 5 years

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“Saruman’s got to be mad,” Tauriel hissed. “This?” - She gestured violently at the sheet music in her hand - “This is too many pages. How are we supposed to get this done before the concert in two bloody weeks?”

Legolas stood picked up his viola case when the bus slowed. “What, are you surprised? Saruman would never let his students get good grades. The only person he’s ever given more than a 65% to is Grima Wormtongue, and there was some serious sketchy stuff involved there.”

“I know, but it’s annoying - my mums said they don’t want me to pursue a military career until I can hang a nice shiny degree on my wall and I’m not planning on disappointing them. I don’t want to have to retake this class.”

“Hate being my stand partner that much, do you?“

“You are the worst stand partner; you always miss the page-turns. See you next rehearsal - and have fun with your date!” Tauriel grinned.

Legolas groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“Aragorn, you know you don’t have to fall in love with every other student here, right?” Legolas slumped against his seat. "I mean, I wouldn’t be complaining - every date is a day you wash your disgusting greasy hair - but do you need to drag me into it?”

“Shut up,” Aragorn said. “You’re too antisocial, Leggy-”

“I am not-”

“-You need to get out more. I think he’ll be a good fit,” Aragorn decided, perhaps too optimistically.

Legolas rolled his eyes. “Fine. Sure. Like the last five ‘good fits’. Don’t call me Leggy ever again. What’s his name?”

“Um.” Aragorn started. “He’s a friend of Boromir’s-”

“Your date is Boromir? As in Denethorsson?”

“…Yes? Why?”

Legolas sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “He’s a douche, Aragorn. He picks up a new guy every week. You idiot, what are you doing?”

Aragorn shrugged defensively. “He’s a friend from PoliSci, and I enjoy his company. And for the record, it was me who asked him out.”

“You. Asked Boromir Denethorsson. Out.”

“Yes, Legolas, that’s what I just said. And please stop calling him by his full name, it’s weird.” Aragorn shifted a little. “Look, do you want to know your date’s name or not?”

“Oh my god, you’re going to get your stupid little heart broken. All right, who is it?” Legolas sat up a bit - but not much.

“Who are you to call me ‘little’, I’m taller than you.” Aragorn cleared his throat. “His name is Gimli-”

“Gimli Gloinsson.”

Aragorn winced. “Okay, look, I know he’s a little outside your area of interest-”

“He’s a dwarf, Aragorn. I’d say that’s more than ‘a little outside my area of interest’. In fact, he’s so far outside my area of interest that I don’t think I could find his Tinder profile with the NASA Hubble Space Telescope!”

“Chill out, would you? Inside voice.” Aragorn hissed.

“I’m chill! I am very chill, I’m a music major, how much more chill does it get? I’m happy, I’m not annoyed at all, I’m only about to spend two excruciating hours with my idiot roommate and Boromir Douchebagsson, with only a dwarf for company!”

“Look, perhaps it’s time you looked past your prejudices?” Aragorn tried.

Legolas snorted.

“All right, then, consider it payback for last weekend’s midnight viola concerto.”

“I had an audition first thing next morning!” Legolas said.

“Sure.”

“I hate you.”

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