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trollmaiden · 9 months
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The duality (Alignment) of the word fairy
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Edit; this has been updated the new Chart is pinned
Please I have learned from my mistakes
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aestetet · 10 months
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quick arwen :>
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theworldsoftolkein · 4 months
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Arwen in a Pensive Mood
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evanescsent · 6 months
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I love you *boring* characters. I love you feminine characters. I love you soft, kind characters. I love you sensitive characters. I love you calm and peaceful characters. I love you characters that decide not to fight or raise a sword, but fight in other ways. I love you characters that are not badasses that kich first and ask names later. I love you characters who decide to stay on the sidelines because they feel more comfortable. I love you characters that avoid any kind of conflict or argument. I love you characters that are more brains than violence. I love you characters that love gardening and cooking and other peaceful things. I love you characters that love fashion and high heels and bags and makeup and all that jazz. I love you characters that see the beauty of things and prefer the simpleness of life. I love you characters that are dealing with traumatic experiences and growing slowly. I love you characters that don't *do anything*. I love you.
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lordelrondofrivendell · 2 months
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“Such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.”
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Ok but wouldn’t it be funny if
Arwen, newly arrived in Valinor after faking her and Aragorn’s death and squirreling themselves away on a ship: of course i have proof i am who i say i am! I know the family technique.
Arwen, making the rivers jump to her command via a Song of Power: see? I am clearly Elrond Peredhel’s daughter and of Luthien’s line.
Arafinwe, who damn well knows Maglor used that technique against rebellious baby cousins and various unfortunate Silmaril-thieving kin: oh you are definitely Elrond’s
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yoursghouly · 8 months
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“Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer…
Rimmo nín Bruinen dan in Ulaer…” x
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luneillusoire · 8 months
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evenstar 🌟
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liv tyler as arwen
the fellowship of the ring promo pic
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modernbaseball · 1 year
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LOTR variety pack‼️🧝👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🍎Some in progress some never to be touched again
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ed-art-studio · 9 months
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The moment the power of the elves triumphed over the forces of darkness!
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catillustrates · 1 year
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"For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him when he departs to the Havens: for mine is the choice of Lúthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter."
Arwen Undomiel. Sticker design for Patreon rewards. Get stickers here! Marquisdusoleil.etsy.com
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midnight-fairee · 1 year
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Only Our Love // Aemond x Targaryen! Reader // Part One.
A/N: based this off of @kyloremus first Aemond edit I reblogged, dramatic Aemond! I’ll reblog him again out of love. This sort of turned into a three part series so stay tuned, dear readers!
Pairing: Aemond x Targaryen! Reader (female + cousin).
Warning: Smut lies ahead! 18+ Readers only, please and thank you.
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“I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with wild desire:
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in fond embrace;
I love your hand when strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.”
I love you by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
You had been bound together from birth, though no one had known it then.
From across the kingdom, two babes had been born, one a prince and the other a lady. At one moment, you’d taken your first breath together, bloodied and crying out. You did not know then that fate would bring you together, still so innocent of everything that was to come.
The second son of a king.
The unwanted daughter of the Rogue Prince.
Both born of unhappy marriages, loving mothers and absent fathers. Both facing hardships that no one had prepared you to know. For years, you knew one another only by name, having never meant. He was Prince Aemond, your uncle’s son and father’s nephew. You were Y/N, Daemon’s eldest daughter. It was not until you were a little older and far too lonely that you found one another, your grandfather sending you to court to meet the family you barely knew. The only child of Daemon and his first wife, Rhea Royce, Aemond had wondered if you were truly the prince’s child from the moment you’d met.
How could something so sweet come from a creature like that?
And you were sweet, the only one to treat Aemond with any respect and kindness. You were both, in some ways, outsiders among your own blood, the dragon-less prince and the unwanted daughter. Daemon ignored you and your half-sisters could be cruel at times, leaving you alone in an endless battle. And Aemond had come to know childish cruelty himself, the both of you finding comfort in one another.
When the others humiliated him, you stood up for him.
Never for yourself and only for him, facing down your sisters and everyone else if it meant protecting Aemond from them.
When your father left you behind again and again, Aemond remained by your side.
More then once you had been “forgotten”, banished to a dark corner of the castle and left out of things. Purely by mistake, Daemon often declared. But Aemond was always there to cheer you up, his mother helping along the way (she was kind to you, the queen, and he’d always been grateful for it).
And on the terrible night he lost his eye, you never left him, not once.
As the prince was stitched together, you’d held his hand and comforted him, ignoring all others. In that moment, there had only been the both of you, bloodied and clasped together.
There had been no other.
And there never would be. Even your father taking you away could not keep you apart, not truly. Aemond knew that Daemon’s actions were nothing but spite, he cared nothing for you. Any claims that he wanted to “protect” you were pretty lies! But the prince was not blind, he had seen the way you and Aemond clung to one another...and the way he’d looked at you that night, his small hand taking your own as he pulled you close. It was his final act of cruelty, taking you away from Aemond. But he could not take everything.
The night before you’d left, you and Aemond had met in a secret place.
It was a hidden part of the castle, a small room of almost silvery stone, empty besides a few things. A circular window lay above, the night sky shining into the room. You used to lay there together and watch the stars for hours into the night, hiding away from the rest of the world. Mismatched furniture, often played upon and used for forts, lay here and there over a sea of deep blue silk that he’d spread over the floor. Toys remained left behind and they would forevermore, long forgotten. A golden dragon puppet hanging from the ceiling, a little doll in a tower, tiny knights and kings. It was there that Aemond had made his vow to you, swearing that nothing could keep you apart.
Not his father nor yours, not the oceans and mountains, nothing.
“What if he sends me even farther away?”
“Then I’ll find you,” Aemond swore. “Wherever you are, I will find you. Whatever happens, I will be there. Nothing can stop me.”
There, beneath the stars, Aemond kissed you. So lost within the love, he deepened the kiss until the cut upon his lip broke, blood staining both your lips like wine. It was, he would come to believe, a sign from the gods of who you would be.
Wife, mother, princess.
You, there would be only you.
That night, you left with a gift, a sapphire pendant your wore at all times. For years afterwards, you had remained apart though it was by no choice of your own.
Aemond grew into a prince of fairy tales, charming and intelligent and honorable. All the kingdom sang his praises, Aemond One Eye, the scholar and dragon rider! And he had heard songs of you as well, your beauty and kindness whispering softly. But in truth, your life had become no easier without him, especially as your father married Rhaenyra. In some ways, you were grateful that your family cared so little about you, simply ignoring that you existed at all. You hide away within books and the gardens, finding only comfort in the smuggled letters you and Aemond shared over the years. But as you became older and your beauty became known, your father finally began to play attention to you, finding worth in his unwanted daughter.
After all, a marriage might bring him power and further his wealth and many lords had begun making offers for your hand. But you turned them all away, saying only one thing:
“I will have no other.”
The kingdom whispered about who the Lady Y/N’s true love might be but it mattered not to your furious father. Daemon continued to search for a husband, not caring if you did not wish to marry any man the offered himself.
“I cannot bear it,” you confessed within a letter. “When I have dreamed of being a bride, it is to you I am wed. I want to be your wife, to bear your children. The more lords I turn away, the angrier my father becomes with me. I fear that it will not be long before he forces a match...and if he shall, I will not live to see my wedding day, I swear it. I will not suffer my mother’s cruel fate.”
Aemond would not allow it to happen, any of it.
He was no longer a mere boy, he was a man, a prince, and he knew what he wanted. His parents, at his request, had made an offer as well, though he knew that answer before he had received it:
No. Daemon would not allow the match, of course he would not.
And Aemond, having attempted to remain honorable, found himself left with no other option. A man takes whatever he likes and, as he’d heard before, a Targaryen does not take no for an answer. So a cloaked prince walked quietly through the castle, the secret passages leading him to his treasure. There, tucked farther away from your family (and for that he was grateful), your slept soundly in bed. Sheets kicked away, you lay only in a nightgown, so thin and so pale that it was very little at all, the moonlight pouring over you and revealing so much of your beauty.
Gods be good, he’d had dreams like this!
And perhaps this was but a dream, Aemond considered as he leaned low over you. A hand reached up and pulled away the eye-patch (he never wore it in your presence, baring himself in front of you through the few secret meetings you’d shared) allowing it to fall to the floor. Sapphire eyes sparkled in the moonlight as he gazed upon you, so lovely and sweet. Lips found the valley between your breasts, kissing a sweet path up and up and up, traveling across your neck and along your jaw until he finally found your lips. A tired moan was muffled against his lips as you began to wake, eyes fluttering open.
At first, you were frightened, having thought a stranger might be in your bedroom. But Aemond quickly pulled away and at once you smiled, arms around your waist as he pulled you close.
“Aemond!” you whispered sweetly, pressing kiss after kiss upon his lips.
“Come with me,” the prince moaned into your kiss. “Come away with me and be my love!”
You knew at once what he was asking of you, having whispered of it before, every dream you’d ever dreamed coming true in that moment. Taking his hand, you allowed Aemond to lead you out of your home. He wrapped the dark blue cloak around you, the scent of his cologne lingering. There, hidden far from the castle, Vhagar awaited your return. She knew you, the beautiful beast, even allowing you to pet her rough skin as Aemond assisted you into her back. An arm held you tight against his chest as Vhagar burst into the air and vanished quickly in the darkness.
That night, you became husband and wife.
In the traditions of his house, Aemond took you as his wife and tasted the sweetness of blood upon your lips once more, his and your bloods mixing into a strange wine. There, in a little house that had been abandoned long ago, he’d made something of a home for you, at least for tonight.
He’d taken the time to make it beautiful.
Midnight blue silk sung over the walls and rough wooden floor, a silken path leading you to a bed.
Lace hung around it, alight with moonlight that spilled into from the windows. You lay there on pure white sheets, Aemond’s hands undoing the pearly buttons on your nightgown and pulling away then thing material, leaving you naked before him.
“I love you,” he murmured against your skin. “All my life, I have loved you.”
A kiss was pressed into the softness of your thighs and more soon followed. But he did not stray too far, instead finally tasting the sweetness he’d long dreamed of. At the touch of him, you moaned, hands tangled in his hair and tugging gently. Aemond grinned upon hearing those sweet sounds, only encouraged further. Soft, fluttering kisses teased your already hot cunt, begging him for something, anything more! And with that, the prince devoured you, tongue lapping at your hot cunt until you nearly wept with pleasure, crying out his name again and again.
It was not perfect, Aemond knew he was less experienced, and yet it was far better then his fantasies, the taste of you sweet upon his tongue.
You would taste yourself, Aemond rising from between your thighs just as you were on the brink of pleasure, kissing you deeply and silencing you before you could beg for more. There would be no needs to beg him at all, his hands wandering over your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. He, too, was on the edge of pleasure, Aemond realizing that he was wearing far too much. And so he undressed as quickly as he could, wanting to feel your bare body against his own. Standing naked before you, Aemond couldn’t stop a smirk as you looked at him in wonder, the beauty of him only tempting you further. Bodies pressed together in a hot kiss, the prince moaning into your mouth as his hips rocked into yours.
“Aemond!”
He could hold back no longer, taking holding of your quivering thighs and pulling them apart, revealing your dripping cunt. His cock, hard and aching, pressed into the heart of it, a sweet moan falling from your lips.
“Tell me if it’s too much for you,” he asked softly. “If it hurts at all...”
But there was nothing more then a brief moment of pain as he filled you, inch by inch of his cock finally taking what rightfully belonged to him.
You, you were his, your body and pleasure and very soul belonged to him!
He was slow at first, allowing you to adjust to what he’d been told was an impressive size. But you took him so sweetly, clawing into his back and moaning until he’d filled you entirely. It was nearly too much for him, the bliss of your body, Aemond burying his face in your neck. Kissing the hot skin frantically, he murmured declarations of love and, forgetting himself, even bit you twice (he’d apologize later but could not deny how much he adored the marks upon your skin). It was not until your legs had wrapped around his hips and you’d begged for more that Aemond moved, thrusting into softly.
“Ah!”
Between moans of pure pleasure, Aemond thanked the gods for you, his thrusting becoming a steady and strong rhythm. Tight and hot, it was as though you had been made for him, cock thrusting deep into your cunt as you sang his name in pleasure.
“Aemond!”
His earlier teasing had been enough and his cock had finished the job. In a moment of burning bliss, as hot as dragon fire, your cunt tightened around him and you came, so lost in passion that you knew nothing but his name, his kiss, his love. And Aemond did not stop, not for a moment, still thrusting into you as his own ending came close. The realization that he was about to fill his wife, the love of his life, with his seed was nearly enough to drive him mad, Aemond envisioning all of his desires.
The One Eyed Prince’s beautiful bride beside him through the trials of the day and the pleasures of the night.
The mother of his children, filled with his seed night after night, breasts and belly swollen.
His wife, his love, it was you. From the moment he’d taken his first breath, everything had been you. All of the misery and the hurt he’d been through, it had all lead up to this moment. Aemond whispering your name and pressing his lips to yours in a hot kiss and seed spilled into you. He’d buried his cock completely within you, forcing every bit of himself inside of your cunt. Somewhere within his mind, Aemond envisioned you all over again, so sweet and swollen with his child. And so he did not leave your body for some time, collapsing beside you with his cock still buried. You sighed, still blissful as he found the sheets and pulled them over you both, an arm wrapped around your waist. You remained just like that until Aemond finally slipped out of you, seed spilling onto silk as you lay beside one another.
“You’re my husband!” you whispered with delight. “And I am finally Aemond Targaryen’s wife...”
“I must admit, I quite like that sound of that,” Aemond confessed. “Our names will be written in the history books, forever intertwined.”
“And my father will be furious when he discovers this.”
“Let him be, I care little of what he thinks. The only good thing Daemon ever did for this world was bring you into it and he just barely played a role in that at all.”
A small sound, sorrowful and pained and something of a whimper, escaped your. At once, Aemond realized you were thinking of your mother, missing Rhea even still. He was the only one who knew the truth of it all, though rumors still swirled, the only one you’d ever told. But he did not wish for you to be unhappy, not tonight. Aemond kissed your neck and cheek until you were smiling again, chasing away your sorrows once more.
“Let’s not tell him yet,” Aemond decided. “I’ll confess to my mother and grandfather, warm them up to the idea. Mother already adores you anyway, I know she’ll want you home. She’s spoken of it often. And then I’ll take you away and we’ll tell the world!”
You quite liked the sound of it, kissing him sweetly.
Al night you remained together, talking about the life you would have. It was easy to focus on nothing else, the rest of the world seemed so far away...there were only dreams here, only love. There was only you and him and kiss after kiss. Refusing to leave one another, at least for tonight, you slept peacefully until the sun rose, gold streaming into the room. Aemond awoke first, smiling at the sight of you. His truest lover, his darling wife! Pushing tangled hair away from your face, he kissed you softly until you awoke, murmuring his name.
“Mmm...Aemond?”
“Good morning, my wife,” he said softly.
“Morning...do we have to leave?”
You didn’t want to go, that much he could tell. Aemond knew how unhappy you were with your so-called family. And though he hated the idea of sending you back to them, he knew it was for the best and that it was all temporary.
“I will take you away,” he promised. “Before you know it, I’ll take you far, far away from those vile things, I swear it.”
You nodded, believing in nothing else but your husband. In that moment, Aemond noticed something glinting in the morning light, having slipped off in your passion: the pendant. Reaching low to retrieve the sapphire pendant, Aemond was reminded of something, grabbing the satchel he’d discarded the night before. Quickly, he removed the pendant from the silver chain and attached it to something far more grand:
The necklace was something of his own design, an intricate and delicate web of silver glittering with small sapphires and iridescent moonstones. From it he hung the old pendant, completing the treasure just as he’d envisioned.
“There,” he said with satisfaction. “I think this suits my bride, don’t you?”
“Oh, Aemond...”
Allowing him to fasten it around your neck, he decided to remind himself how much he enjoyed the sight of you wearing the necklace and nothing else. Laying you back onto the sheets, your husband hovered over you for a moment, gazing in wonder and you seemed to shine in the sunlight. Aemond kissed a sweet line across your belly and breasts until once more he found your lips, hands reaching up to tangle in his snow white hair.
“I love you,” you whispered.
“Always,” Aemond replied. “I have always loved you and I always will.”
In time, he returned you to your home, gathering up the evidence of the night and hiding it away for now. Leaving Vhagar behind, Aemond rode there upon his horse. Hidden within a quiet part of the castle, far from your family and with few servants or guards, you both knew that no one would have noticed your absence yet. But he had wanted to be safe, returning you sooner then later. The few servants you had were loyal to you and House Royce, they would not speak of this. And so he slipped you back into bed, still wrapped in his deep blue cloak (and nothing else, having torn your nightdress too severely to be worn again). He allowed you to keep it, wanting to give you as much of himself as he could.
“I will return.”
It was a promise he would keep, Aemond fleeing quickly. But as he rode, he knew that nothing upon this earth would ever keep him from his wife.
There was no power greater than his love for you.
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theworldsoftolkein · 4 months
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Arwen - by alrun-art
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dins-riduur-anthe · 10 months
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Expose the fictional characters who have shaped you!
Fiercely loyal, justice, focused passion, smart, independent, opening up to the right person…
Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables), Arwen Undomiel (Lord of the Rings), Izzi/Isabel (The Fountain), Deanna Troi (Star Trek the Next Generation), All bow to the absolute OG Princess Leia (Star Wars), Evelyn (the Mummy), Cora Munro (The Last of the Mohicans), Amelie (Amelie), Lady Jessica (Dune)
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Add yours Tagging writers I love (who are way too busy 😁) @goddess-flora @davnittbraes @lahooozaherr @djarins-cyare @theetherealbloom
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frodo-with-glasses · 1 year
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*sings* ‘Cause I’ve got a golden ticket…
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