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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.
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lovefairymina · 1 day
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Glorfindel! My love! Just because I am on my period does not mean you must carry me everywhere! No I do not need to lay in bed all day!
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“So don’t carry you around? Leave you alone? Give you space? Go away? That is what you want me to do?” he whines as he slowly and dramatically walks out of your room, pausing every second to turn around and sigh with fake tears in his eyes. “I’m leaving now. I’m walking out the door. Farewell.”
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thesummerestsolstice · 3 months
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I feel like we significantly underestimate the amount of weird fucking people who must live in Rivendell. It's a sanctuary, it's run by a really nice cosmic horror, it's a place of healing, it's definitely haunted by now. And it's absolutely the place where all the elves who aren't allowed in civil society end up. There's an old Feanorian diehard living next to one of Thingol's bodyguards and they hate each other and constantly argue about who gets to guard Elrond. (Glorfindel never participates in the argument, but he usually wins it). There is at least one person who's absolutely supposed to be dead hiding there under a fake name. There's a whole flock of half-elves just kind of vibing there. I assume there's at least one reformed orc who like, works in the library.
Just, I'd love to hear about all the strange people who've washed up in Rivendell over the years because I bet there are some stories there. I want to write about my own OC blorbos but I have far too many WIPs as it is.
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cheesy-cryptid · 9 months
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Elrond and Celebrían
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unavidas · 17 days
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whenever I’m in a creative lull I go back to the classics 🌸🍂
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elvinye · 1 month
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"bilbo's poetry must be so embarrassing for elrond" is out
"elrond weaponises bilbo's embarrassing poetry" is in
elrond is old! he's heard it all before! there is not a single topic bilbo could write on that he has not been forced to listen to someone recite on before. at least bilbo doesn't expect him to be particularly grateful or honoured by it.
however! that does not mean other people have reached the same level of "sure bilbo you can write a limerick about maglor" that elrond is on.
so bilbo gets elrond's full permission to write whatever he wants IF he promises to wheel out the really, really sensitive stuff on request (when there are visitors Elrond doesn't like or a diplomat is being annoying)
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chicotfp · 1 year
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Three Elven Lords.
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tolkienillustrations · 5 months
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Imladris by Paul Lasaine
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jrrtolkiennerd · 1 year
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LEGO officially reveals new Lord of the Rings Rivendell set with 6,167 pieces and 15 minifigs for $500
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LINK
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tarantado-si-viann · 11 months
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The Elves Reacting To Their S/O Wearing Their Clothes^^
Pronouns: You mostly so it's GN^^
A/n: So, hello! I'm new here on tumblr and I just thought that a nice, maybe warm, headcannon ( is that how you spell it? ) would do good for a first start.,. I'm sorry in advanced if there are spellings that are needed to correct! Also, I was lowbat at the moment so I could only do three huhu. But either way, please enjoy<3
P.S- if you liked this one, do me a favor and reblog, won't you?
LEGOLAS•°`~
• "And what's this I see?"
• Although Legolas didn't mind lending his clothes to other people, you may be the first to amuse him in this state.
• There you were dressed in his casual, green, elven shirt with his double sized elven pants on you.
• "Why, hello there! I don't believe we've met...?" he smirks, rubbing his nose as he circles around you in curiosity. You giggled at his pretending and you played along.
• "Y'know, I haven't seen such a handsome ellon like yourself," you state and punch his arm gently. "You are?"
• For a moment, Legolas doesn't know what to say. In fact, he paces around, brewing the correct words until they lingered on the edge of his tongue.
• "The love of your life."
• You were shocked with his sudden answer and felt a trickling heat that crept onto your face in a flustered blush. You stumbled back while hovering your right palm unto your dusted cheeks in embarassment. Legolas chuckled and pulled you close into his arms.
• "Oh, melleth nin, I adore you so. However, I was truly surprised to see you in my own garmets. What made you think of this adorable nonsense?"
• "I didn't think I'd come up to this as well. You know me, full of surprises. Wait... are you perhaps cross?"
• Legolas kissed your forehead and rubbed circles on your back.
• No, Legolas wasn't cross. He was delighted by this incident that he even offered you to borrow more of his clothes next time. Why would he be cross with the person he loved the most?
• "I am not cross, my love. I am very happy and this just gave me an idea! Why don't we do this together? You wear my clothes again and I'll wear yours. Are you up? We could go surprise everyone here in Mirkwood!"
• A fond smile painted on your lips as you nodded in agreement. "Sure thing."
THRANDUIL•°`~
• "Y/n!" A needy voice echoed down the halls calling your name.
• "Huh?" you flinch on your spot, hurriedly placing king Thranduil's belongings back to where they exactly were minutes ago.
• Although you may had messed up... too much. Why, you didn't even know where to begin.
• "Where do these hangers go? How about the robes, oh! And the brushes as well!" you thought while your hands quickly picked up everything you saw. Hot damn!
• The footsteps grew louder and louder until they finally stopped at Thranduil's room. He was annoyed, no joke.
• The door carefully opened, revealing you caught in the headlights.
• "Y—"
• What were those? WHAT WERE THOSE ON YOU? WAS THAT HIS RED ROBE AND RINGS ON YOUR FINGERS?
• Thranduil was speechless. Unlike his son, he wasn't too keen on lending his spare clothes. But this, this would have to been an exception.
• His irritation disappeared like a bubble in an instant. "Uh... I'm sorry..." you sighed and began to remove everything you had a hard time putting on. What was truly the waste was the small, leaf branch circlet thingy that took you hours to prepare.
• However, Thranduil stopped you, a shy look on his face.
• "N-no... please... ke-keep them... I mean, well, uh... I—"
• You laughed nervously. "Wait what?" He looked so sincere, so that had your mind twisted in confusion and at the same time, gave you a hard time comprehending what he just said, not to mention his stuttering.
• "No... keep them, please. As long as you're happy, my dear."
• You blinked a few times before a happy grin etched on your face. It was a sight to see for Thranduil.
• He walked closer to you and fixed the stray hairs on your face, tucking them under your ears. He hummed in satisfaction before placing a quick kiss on your lips. He then turned back to the door when he didn't notice you followed his heels. "What?" he asked you in the least of annoyance.
• You shook your head and wrapped your left arm around his right one. Giving in, he dare let you roam inside the halls with his vibes radiating off of you.
• But wait...
• Where's the circlet thing????
ELROND•°`~
A/n: oof, that's my father figure^^
" Dear, Y/n! Please slow down!" Lindir called from behind you, dragging his heavy clothes along as his panting grew louder and louder across the halls.
You didn't pay mind to him as you continued to jog towards the council meeting, to which you could already see outside the door.
Lindir, who was too tired to chase after you, leaped into the air, catching you off guard, and grasped the end of your long robes. His body hit hard on the floor which made you shriek in guilt.
"Oh, Lindir! Are you hurt? Where does it hurt??" you worriedly call as you helped him sit up. The ellon wore an irritated expression on his usual bright face which made chills slither down your spine. You knew this wasn't normal, and to Lindir… well…
ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH.
"Y/n! Calm down at once! My lord Elrond will not be pleased when he finds out that you have fitted once more into his fine robes! Not even the mere 'fun' I'd expect from someone as superior as you. Yet, you've decided to do it again, I mean, LOOK AT YOU!!"
This wasn't the kind of critique you had expected from your best friend. Nonetheless, it offended you when you realized you had offended him as well. This poor elf was now injured for your sake. He just didn't want you to be judged and judged so rudely. No, not like the last time you imitated Lord Elrond's attire at one feast. Damn elves.
"I'm sorry, mellon. I'd be careful next time. But… I don't want to take these off yet! Can't we make most of the hard work?" you pleaded, pulling the puppy eyes that seemed to get everyone and literally EVERYONE all of the time.
"Screw this. Be free, Y/n. You are big and old enough to make decisions of your own." he spits with concealed amusement in his tone. To this, you smile, help him stand and leave him alone in the hallways.
"Make Elrond love you hard!" you kept in mind.
The council consisted of several elves including the Sindarin, Legolas, and Elrond who was seated at the edge of the circle of chairs. Gandalf was on one side and a dwarf at the other edge. The rest was occupied by more elves, a hobbit, and two humans, leaving you a rather intentional saved spot beside the Lord of Imladris.
Everyone's eyes laid on you. You had imitated every part of Elrond— his hair, clothes, shoes, and a hand made ringlet that matched his own.
Elrond raised a brow at you, but you could tell that he was delighted with… you. "Ah, well someone's tardy today. Where have you been and what have you been up to?" he asks slyly with a smirk on his face.
"I certainly had brewed some sort of mess back in your chambers. Tut! Well, that's nothing to worry about now, meleth. We should begin this instance!" you smile cheekily, patting his arm, head resting on his shoulder. You had made yourself too comfortable before a meeting. How would you be able to focus now?
"We'll discuss this 'brewed mess' after today's meeting. For now, we will figure out ways to destroy the ring."
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This was so dumb.
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annoyinglandmagazine · 9 months
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I love everything about Elrond’s complicated heritage and his relationship with it. Because that duality in not only being part human and part elf (plus a little Maia) but also being both very firmly of the Finweans and raised partially by Feanorians yet also being directly of the line of Thingol and predominantly ethnically Sindar. Potentially he has a direct claim to both the thrones of Sindar and the Noldor and that’s pretty incredible considering their shared history.
What made me think about this is the foundation of Imladris, because that’s some Melian shit right there. Seriously he’s drawing from his Doriathrim heritage, never mind Luthien come again that’s Thingol’s Maia queen behaviour. And yet he doesn’t use it like his ancestors did. They tried to protect their people sure, but he didn’t draw the line at his people. Rivendell is a direct contrast to Doriath and I feel like that tells you something important about Elrond.
Because Elrond knows his family history but he also has a unique ability to sympathise with yet assess critically all the actions of his ancestors as a consequence of his mixed heritage. He can empathise with the Feanorians because he’s witnessed how much they suffered and their capacity for kindness but he’s also experienced a kinslaying from a vulnerable child’s perspective and so understands the Sindar’s anger. But as a mixed race person who speaks multiple languages including Quenya and lost a lot of homes he can also acknowledge that Thingol went too far sometimes because he knows what it’s like to be different, to be living somewhere where your cultural identity is treated as something you can change or fix.
So we see that he learnt from their mistakes to try and do the best he could to be welcoming to other people regardless of anything else, by outright doing the opposite to Thingol. He also seems to have learnt similar lessons from his experiences with the Feanorians in his wisdom regarding the ring’s corruption and ‘I bind you to no oath.’
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radjerda · 5 months
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So, I did some Rivendell-based incorrect quotes doodles a while back. Presenting:
Thranduil is in town for a visit and Glorfindel happens to be showing him around.
Erestor will find a way to make an overworked Elrond listen to his advice.
A semi-newly returned Glorfindel gets ready for his day.
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thesummerestsolstice · 3 months
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People seemed interested in Library Orc Blorbo so I decided to write down my headcanons about him:
His name is Garthaglir (it’s Sindarin for “poem keeper”)
He renamed himself after discovering a love for library sciences, shortly after he moved to the valley
Rivendell’s head librarian
Used to be an extremely dangerous warrior, now considers himself retired
Extremely tall and buff, blue skin, salt-and-pepper hair and a well-trimmed beard
Very distinguished, very polite
Has a tiny pair of spectacles he uses to read because he's farsighted
He doesn’t look like an old man but he is one deep in his heart
He was one of the first reformed orcs to end up in Rivendell, so he helps other orcs adjust to living there
Basically invented Middle Earth’s version of the Dewey Decimal system
Look, Rivendell’s library is like, unfathomably huge, there’s 6000+ years of books in there, someone had to organize it
He, Elrond, and Erestor are the only people who have keys to the part of the library where they keep the cursed books
The three of them also have a monthly book club
He holds a weekly story time for the kids
(Yes, he does do funny voices, no, you are not allowed to comment on it)
Has tracked people down at 3 AM before because “M’am? M’am you have an overdue book, here, I brought my library stamp would you mind just checking this out again? You can keep it out for another month that way. Just a moment, ah, yes thank you, I’ll be on my way now. Excellent choice in reading material.”
He has a fancy sunhat he wears outside during the day so the sun doesn’t burn him, it was a gift from small Arwen and he cherishes it
He has a library cat, her name is Mittens and he would die for her
Uses his free time to teach himself different languages; there are hundreds in Rivendell’s books
Enjoys recommending books to visitors, he’s gotten really good at getting a read on what people will like
Personally, when he’s in the mood for fiction, he prefers a good mystery
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amathris · 4 months
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elrond’s sons!!
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unavidas · 7 months
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Sketchbook snippet: Celebrían and Elrond, and little Arwen.
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elvinye · 12 days
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types of holidays celebrated in Rivendell:
Noldor holidays, which initially made the Sindar and Silvan residents cranky until they realized Elrond was part of it
Sindar holidays, which initially made some of the Noldor residents cranky until they realized Elrond was part of it
Silvan holidays, because at this point they're going to take any excuse for a party
Tra-La-La-Lally Day, created when they realized they somehow had a month with zero holidays. The festival focuses on getting drunk, singing, and lightly bullying anyone within earshot
Holidays relevant to any visitors or foster children
Numenorian holidays, because they caught Elrond celebrating alone and crying about Elros one (1) time and refuse to let him do it alone anymore
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