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Erestor loves cats
Glorfindel: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall?
Erestor: His cats' names are Walter and Rose.
Glorfindel: That's not what I asked, love.
Erestor: That is all the information I have.
#silmarillion#lotr#silmarillion memes#incorrect silmarillion quotes#glorestor#glorfindel#erestor#imladris#rivendell#lotr memes#incorrect lotr quotes
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Glorfindel, the legendary hero of Gondolin, with a dazzling personality, gorgeous blond hair, a delightful smile, who gets along with everyone, who was re-embodied and granted great powers by the Valar: Haha, Erestor is so out of my league
Erestor, chief counselor of Imladris, with a sharp wit, arresting blue eyes, a charming laugh, who can best anyone in a debate, who has seen three ages and has the wisdom to prove it: Glorfindel? Out of my league
#this is my favorite glorestor dynamic#lotr#lord of the rings#silm#silmarillion#glorfindel#erestor#glorestor
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Arts 1/5 for scribbles & drabbles 2023 In Memoriam gallery. This one is referred to as 'full ham'. Meaning I went full ham while making it. It was originally inspired by the no longer with us Keiliss (who never ended up seeing it) and was intended as a gift for her. I suppose this is a good chance as any to post it (even if it is old now).
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"Erestor!"
The call came… oddly pronounced, which was perhaps what made Erestor turn towards the noisy hall. He tended to avoid the Hall of Fire on evenings such as this, when the brisk air called for the inhabitants of the valley to gather around the fires, keeping warm and making merry.
He was not necessarily surprised to find Glorfindel with the usual group of Elves: Lindir, Elladan, Elrohir, Galadir from the guard, among others. Lindir, often the leader when it came to mischief, waved and smiled his innocent smile at Erestor—which, of course, had Erestor instantly suspicious.
"Erestor, you have to help me,” implored Glorfindel, stretching his arms as Erestor neared their table. As though the slight slur in his words wasn't a clue, there was also a telling flush on his cheeks where it caught the light. “I am being made fun of and I do not care for it!”
Erestor stopped to stand on Glorfindel's side of the benches, though he pointedly stayed out of reach of those—just what is Glorfindel doing?
“Hands off the robe, Glorfindel,” he admonished, swatting at the hands reaching for his robes. “What is this that you are complaining about this time?”
“These terrible trolls! Sorry excuse for friends!” Glorfindel made a clumsy kind of wave at the Elves around him, who only snickered amongst themselves. “They have been teasing me all evening!”
“To be fair, Master Erestor,” said Elladan, “we do that most evenings.”
“As I thought,” said Erestor, looking back down at Glorfindel, “which is why I am wondering what could be so terrible this time."
If possible, the flush on Glorfindel's cheeks grew higher as he declared, affronted: “They said I will never marry!"
The laughter from the other Elves was on cue. It was just as well that they were all distracted, for Erestor did not join in on their amusement, and instead had grown quite still.
It took a moment for him to respond, and when did, it was a careful: "I did not know you wanted to marry.”
"Well, I do!”
Another moment, then a quieter, "I see."
"But they said!” Glorfindel cried again, oblivious to the racing thoughts his sudden claim caused within his oldest friend. “They said that I couldn't, and do you know why? Because they said you obviously do not plan to marry ever, to which I said, no! No! They cannot very well know that about you, can they? Unless you have told them—”
"Eru forbid."
"Right? So I said—"
"Why exactly am I involved in this equation?"
Glorfindel looked up at Erestor as though this was a very silly question. "Why wouldn't you be? There is no one else I want to marry, is there? But then if you are not intent on marrying, then obviously I cannot get married either."
Erestor took a moment again—a different kind of moment, this time around. “O-Oh. Obviously."
He glanced at the other Elves around the table, who this time conveniently found something of interest on the floor, on the ceiling, or on their nails while the two of them were speaking. Erestor picked up the vessel nearest to Glorfindel. "Is this your cup?"
"Aye! Good stuff.”
"Hm. Potent, too. I thought you do not drink?"
"I don't."
"You are as drunk as a Dwarf."
"I resent that,” said Glorfindel with a—oh, by the Valar—a pout. "You said there is nothing attractive about Dwarves."
“I have said no such thing.”
“Erestor!” This time, Glorfindel looked distressed. “Are you saying you are, in fact, attracted to Dwarves?”
By this point, Erestor could no longer resist the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "No, but what I can say is that there is nothing attractive about this picture either."
“Oooh,” Lindir finally chimed. “Harsh.”
#rivendell shenanigans#why is it always a comedy when it's in erestor's pov#idk but at this point we roll with it#he's a serious funny man#glorfindel being a talkative drunk is my comfort hc okay#glorestor#glorfindel#erestor#fic snippet#wip snippet#road to finishing SOMETHING jesus give me strength give me something ANYTHING
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Glorfindel and Erestor
#glorfindel#erestor#glorestor#aesthetic#tolkien#the lord of the rings#the silmarillion#the history of middle-earth
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Glorestor
Winter 2023
#tolkien#glorfindel#erestor#glorestor#lotr#fanart#middle earth#elves#imladris#rivendell#lord of the rings#my art#lotr art#golden flower#my beloved chief advisor#cold weather
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Glorfinel/Erestor for the grid :>
I love them! They´re my go too on rainy days
They´re so sweet and I love the dynamic for them (I headcannon Erestor as Caranthir´s son and Glorfindel as a relative of Indis maybe half Noldor somewhere out but I think he was a young teenager when they crossed the ice) especially when in Imladris - give me more captain x counselor ships!
#tolkien#silmarillion#jrr tolkien#glorfindel#laurefindele#erestor#glorestor#silm art#digital art#my art#tolkien art#ask
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Glorfindel: You've been working for almost two days. You need to go to sleep, Counselor.
Erestor: Nonsense. Sleep is for the weak.
Glorfindel: For the week? I'm pretty sure it needs to happen every night.
#lotr#lord of the rings#erestor#glorfindel#glorestor#incorrect lotr quotes#incorrect tolkien quotes#Erestor is like “How can I escape this conversation”
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What if/ headcanon things
Been running around The Hobbit/LOTR tags for awhile so i'm still learning lore and things. Recently gotten hooked to The Silmarillion side and after thinking about Gondolin Erestor, random thoughts of Feanorian Erestor/ Erestor Caranthirion got me thinking so what ifs:
1) Fili and Kili actually met Maglor and saves him from fading/despair on one of their work trips.Until Erestor, on one of his trips to seek out Elrond's father, finally locates Maglor with their help.
Watch the drama unfold later in the Hobbit when Glorfindel&Erestor returns to Imladris to find the vegan feast and the chief councillor's surprise to find the young dwarrow he met are princes. They catch up and talks about Maglor until Erestor notices something off. Like,dear Valar, Lindir, is the kitchen slow today in bringing out the food, why is it all just salads? Quietly with a raised brow in wonder to dear Lord Elrond? They helped your Atya, why are we not being a better host? The rest of the company are now looking at Fili and Kili for answers, with the Great Stare from their uncle. Whereas Bilbo and Gandalf are on the side watching the drama.
Glorfindel gets emotional seeing the swords from Gondolin, especially his dear friend's and King's.And the dwarrows are intrigue with the balrog slayer and his mate casually giving pleasantries in Kuzdul though with an old accent.
will this change the hobbit's plot? maybe idk
small ficlet for this AU here
2) Elrond sails and upon arrival on the Western shores (after elf-napping his foster father) He is reunited with his parents & Celebrian and spots Maedhros and his brothers and Celebrimbor beyond the docks. Before he can even reach out to his other father, Carathir swoops in and is brokenly asking where is his "lil owlet". Elrond is confused until Maedhros wrangles his emotional brother and clarifies to the stunned group that he meant Erestor.
"Oh?Erestor?He is staying for his belated honeymoon.He just bonded and-""WITH WHO??!THE TAPESTRY DIDN'T SHOW THAT!?"
"Was a lil impromptu really. But they couldn't wait and Glorfindel-"LAUREFINDIL??"
Caranthir and the rest of the Feanorians turn to Glorfindel's side of the family and both side stares.Until Carathir storms off to confirm the tapestries again.
Into the Fourth Age, when the couple finally arrives:
Carathir: How could you get married without a family's blessing?!
Erestor: Like I could?! Besides I had my cousin!*gestures to Elrond* and my uncle!*gestures to Maglor sneaking away*
Carathir: WTF
Erestor: Besides, YOU didn't marry with your family's blessing!
everyone else:...
Ambarussa: he has a point brother
Carathir: *losing his mind*Laurefindil is too old for you!
Erestor: YOU were too old for amil!
Celegorm: oof
Carathir: *seething and struggling* I can't argue with that why can't I argue with that??
Maedhros: hello Laurefindil, welcome to the family.
Glorfindel:...
Ecthelion and Egalmoth meanwhile are laughing their asses off. Elrond and his sons as well.
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In a diplomatic meeting with Thranduil
Erestor: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now.
Glorfindel: There are no books in prison.
Erestor: *sighs* Thank you.
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We’re bringing out the heavy hitters, and I don’t mean Melkor’s hammer.
#tolkien#lotr#lord of the rings#the hobbit#silm#silmarillion#arawen#gigolas#samfro#farawyn#glorestor#bagginshield#beren and luthien#Russingon#silvergifting#angbang
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Tell lies long enough and they become real
10/11 of my 2023 scribbles & drabbles SFW submissions @fall-for-tolkien
Glorfindel & Erestor get fake married and have to deal with the consequences. I wish I could write 200k for this. Alas, I'm illiterate.
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Lindir: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.
Erestor: That is ridiculous, unsolicited kisses are rude and unsanitary-
Glorfindel: *walks in*
Erestor: -but rules are rules and as a high official in this valley I understand that I must set an example.
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Look, the library was fun. But now you want us to build a tree? A tree?
There are about a bazillion different leaves for the Valar only know how many different kind of shrubbery here, and while Erestor can tell birch from oak, Glorfindel is sorting leaves into categories like „funny looking tree“, „odd looking tree“ and „tree-like tree“.
This will end in disaster. We need an expert.
„You have called for my assistance?“
„No, I have not! Not for your assistance, and definitely not for you!“
„Glorfindel, come and let us go count mushrooms. Trees are best left to our woodland kin.“
„A very wise decision, Master Erestor. I cannot work with amateurs in the way… ah, by the Forest Spirits! What is that?“
🐸💋
„Curse and botheration! What sort of rotten realm is this where innocent Elvenkings are kissed by amphibious lifeforms? This means war! I shall-„
„Greetings. My name is Bard. Do you need a hand?“
„A hand? Indeed. We must start somewhere, I suppose.“
„You must come and visit me in Mirkwood, Bard. It is particularly lovely this time of the year.“
„If you don‘t mind me asking, why did you call your realm Mirkwood? That’s not particularly attractive, is it?“
„I agree, but Black Forest was already taken.“
„I hope you are not afraid of heights.“
„Ehr… no… not at all… not in the least…“
„Good, for I must jump up and down now for a final stress test of this branch.“
Boingboingboing
„I can confirm that I am stressed, Thranduil!“
„The green hue of your face goes wonderfully well with the colour of the leaves, I just thought I mention it.“
„Ehr…“
„Good grief, Glorfindel! They have done it! And it looks perfect!“
„Fine, then they can leave now. The sooner, the better. ‚t is a long way back to Mirkwood…“
„Fin! We should at least ask them to stay for luncheon.“
„You are too kind, Master Erestor, but Bard and I have already planned a picknick.“
„Ehr… we have?“
„Yes. Namarië, and if you need any further assistance, call Celeborn.“
„Now about that picknick, Thranduil…“
„No need to thank me, Bard. Now, as we are finally alone, there is something I need to ask you…“
„Yes?“
„It is personal and of a delicate nature, though…“
„Yes? Yes!!!“
„Would you mind peeling the cherries?“
Those trees… those trees! Wahhh… well, at least this gave me the chance to do something for Barduil month. I do not write it, but I read it, and love all the wonderful tales and artwork out there. Thank you all for sharing. Have some cherries!
#lotr#erestor#glorfindel#glorestor#thranduil#barduil#bard bowman#lego rivendell#rivendell#lotr elves#lotr humor#lego lotr#legophotography
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“You promised to come back...”
A long time ago, I had a prompt that Glorfindel had gone missing while he was leaving with the patrol. Every spring, when the celandines bloom, Erestor ascends the hill and waits for him.
#erestor#glorfindel#glorestor#lord of the rings#tolkien#writing prompt#middle earth#rivendell#Imladris#elves#LOTR#illustration#celandine#quick drawing
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Spring Festival II: Part 5
@counsellorerestor
(Continued from Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4)
It takes a moment for it to register to Glorfindel, but he looks up at Erestor's words, and although slowly, the realisation also comes eventually: Erestor is leaving.
His reaction to this is instinctive. “Erestor, wait—”
He nearly jumps out of his seat, and in his haste he dashes after Erestor and grabs his hand. He had not intended to do so, and the moment he becomes aware of this singular point of contact it feels like his hand burns with the same kind of excitement from earlier—excitement, but mixed with embarrassment, nerves, even fear and every intense thing that Erestor just seems to make him feel.
“Forgive me.” He eases his hold, letting Erestor be the one to decide to pull away if he wishes to, because for the life of him, Glorfindel could not let him go. “Forgive me. I did not mean to not answer. I just—" The words come out clumsily, but Glorfindel forces himself to speak, for fear of Erestor concluding the worst without Glorfindel offering anything for comfort. "It is not that I did not mean for you not to realise what the flowers meant—that is, rather, I did not know that you would, but even so I have been admittedly self-indulgent. I am so sorry. The last thing I want to do is to upset you.”
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