#lor gimli

[needfandomsandtea]

I found Isengard on holiday 😂 No hobbits or Ents were nearby

#isengard #hobbit #hobbits #lord of the rings #lor #merry and pippin #legolas #aragorn #malta #ifoundisengard #silema #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #gimli

[masterofbiography]

Née en 2995 T. , Eowyn perdit son père Eomund, maréchal de la Marche, dès 3002 T. , tué par des Orques. Sa mère Théodwyn, décède peu après. À l'âge de sept ans, Eowyn et son frère aîné Eomer, partirent vivre à Meduseld auprès de leur oncle Théoden et de leur cousin Théodred. En 3014, le roi Théoden tomba malade, empoisonné par son conseiller Grima Langue-de-Serpent, qui servait le magicien Saruman. Eowyn fut obligée de rester au palais pour soigner le Roi, alors que son frère et son cousin combattaient pour défendre les frontières du Rohan. Le 25 février 3019, Théodred fut tué lors de lla première bataille des Gués de l'Isen. Le 2 mars, Eowyn vit l'arrivée à Meduseld de Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas et Gimli. Gandalf libéra Théoden de l'emprise de Saruman, alors qu'Eowyn demeurait fascinée par Aragorn. Eowyn tomba amoureuse de celui-ci, descendant d'Isildur. Mais elle n'aimait de lui qu'un espoir de renom et le cœur de celui-ci était déjà lié par l'amour qu'il vouait à Arwen Undomiel depuis leur rencontre à Imladris bien des années auparavant et leur serment prononcé en Lothlorien. Déguisée en cavalier et sous le nom de Dernhelm, elle participe secrètement à la bataille des champs du Pelennor le 15 mars 3019 T. , accompagnée de Merry son fidèle ami. Elle fut confrontée au seigneur des Nazgûl, le Roi-Sorcier d'Angmar, qu'elle détruisit avec l'aide de Merry, accomplissant ainsi la prophétie de Glorfindel, selon laquelle, le seigne des Nazgûll ne serait pas tué par un homme. Son oncle Théoden s'écroula sous le poids de son cheval Nivacrin et mourut. Amenée aux Maisons de Guérison, elle y rencontra Faramir, intendant du Gondor depuis la mort de son père Denethor II. Eowyn est plutôt douce et on ne l'imagine pas se battre sur un champ de bataille. Cependant, elle est la première à vouloir se battre pour protéger son peuple. Elle cherche à être digne de son père et de son oncle le Roi même si elle doit mettre sa vie en danger. Elle est un mélange entre la douceur et la rage de vaincre. Dans de rares cas, je peux adapter Eowyn dans le contexte de Game of Thrones. Le « pays » d'où vient Eowyn ferait partie de « l'est » Arya souhaite voyager à la fin de la série). Les marcheurs blancs pourraient aussi bien menacer Westeros que le pays d'Eowyn ainsi que la menace Saruman qui pourrait menacer Westeros dans son désir de conquête. Je ne fais pas un copier/coller des films non plus, je m'en inspire beaucoup et change également beaucoup de choses pour rendre Eowyn encore plus présente.

Joue avec : Aragorn

#Eowyn #LotR #histo/medieval #non adaptable

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

To Love a Ranger Chapter 17- Aragorn x OC

Aragorn x Issa

Description: When Rohan's aid turns up less soldiers than expected, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Issa decide to seek out other sources.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Now that I've finished the Fluffuary challenge (which you can find at the bottom of my th/lotr masterlist if you're interested) I'm back on my bs with this series.

Three days passed with no word of Gandalf, Pippin or Gondor. Issa only grew more and more anxious every day that passed. Anxious about whether Gandalf and Pippin had made it safely, whether Lord Denethor, the Steward of Gondor would accept their company, and whether he would call for aid with what was to come. 

On the fourth day Issa sat on the steps of the Golden Hall in Edoras, wishing to have a few minutes to clear her head. The nerves she felt were impalpable, and just staying inside for so long wasn’t helping her case in the slightest. Aragorn had joined her after a few minutes to check on her. They sat in silence, eyes trailing over the bustling town below them.

After a short while Issa’s eyes trailed to the distant mountains. She suddenly perked up in surprise upon realizing something had changed in them. A beacon built onto the mountain closest to the Kingdom had been lit. Gondor was calling for aid. 

“Aragorn,” she grabbed his upper arm in alarm, which caught his attention. He looked at her in confusion, but upon following her gaze he reacted the same as her. Without warning he shot up from the step he sat on and ran back into the Golden Hall. Issa followed closely behind as he burst through the door. 

“The beacons of Minas Tirith,” he called loudly, which caused Theoden and his generals to turn to him. “The beacons are lit!” 

“Gondor calls for aid,” Issa concluded as they stopped right in front of the King. They, along with everyone else in the room, stared at him intently as they awaited his answer. After a minute of complete silence a smile formed on Theoden’s face. 

“And Rohan will answer!” He exclaimed before turning to face Eomer. “Muster the Rohirrim.” The Prince nodded and bowed to him before the two of them left as a bell rang out to gather the Rohirrim together.

“Assemble the army at Dunharrow, as many men as can be found,” he instructed Eomer, who walked beside him. “You have two days. On the third, we ride for Gondor, and war.” The Prince nodded at him then mounted his horse. 

“Forward!” He called, leading a few of his riders out of Edoras. As Theoden walked away to speak to Gamling Issa headed to the stables with her weapons in tow. 

“Do you ride with us?” She heard Aragorn ask from the stable in which Brego stood. He was speaking to Eowyn, who was tending to her own horse beside him. 

“Just to the encampment,” the Princess answered. “It’s tradition for the women of the court to farewell the men.” The Man stared at her for a second, then moved the blanket on Eowyn’s horse to reveal a sword. She was quick to snatch the blanket and place it back over her horse. 

“The men have found their captain,” she continued, though it was obvious that she was diverting the subject after what he’d seen. “They will follow you into battle, even to death. You have given us hope.” She smiled at him, but he merely turned away. Issa didn’t miss the uneasy expression on his face. 

It was a two day’s ride to Dunharrow. As they reached the campsite that had been set up by the soldiers gathered over the lands Theoden and Aragorn rode ahead of the army with Legolas, Gimli and Issa close behind. The girl was silently relieved to see that they’d managed to find more willing Men to ride to battle. The more they could get, the better. 

“Grimbold, how many?” The King asked as they stopped beside his generals. 

“I bring five hundred men from the Westfold, My Lord,” the soldier answered. 

“We have three hundred more from Fenmarch, Theoden King,” another called. 

“Where are the riders from Snowbourn?” The King asked as he dismounted his horse. 

“None have come, My Lord.” 

Issa shared a concerned look with Aragorn before the two of them climbed off their own horses. While the Man followed Theoden towards the edge of their encampment Issa led Eleo to get some food and rest. She kept her eyes on them, despite not being able to hear what they were saying. Aragorn continued to look worried, but the King looked as if he were reaffirming the Ranger. It was only when she heard a neighing horse that she turned away from them. She was quick to notice that the Men were having difficulty in calming down the horses. It looked like the poor animals were nervous about something that she couldn’t quite see. 

“The horses are restless and the Men are quiet,” Legolas spoke from beside her, speaking to Eomer who stood in front of the girl saddling his horse. 

“They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain,” the Prince explained simply. Issa’s eyes trailed from the disturbed creatures around her to the small cleft that split the mountain’s rocks. For some reason it made a shiver run up her spine. Something felt off about it, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. 

“That road there, where does it lead?” Eomer, Legolas and Gimli followed her gaze. 

“It is the road to the Dimholt, the door under the mountain,” the Elf answered. 

“None who venture there ever return,” Eomer added, shaking his head. “That mountain is evil.” With that he walked away, leaving Issa to focus her gaze on the cleft once again with uneasiness. She felt Aragorn walk up beside her, and she didn’t have to look at him to know he was also looking at it. His breath hitched, which finally made her face him. 

“Aragorn?” She called quietly upon noticing his worried expression. When he faced her she shot him a concerned and confused expression, though neither had time to say anything before Gimli called out to them (apparently having begun to walk away with Legolas). 

“Aragorn, let’s find some food,” the Dwarf said. Issa watched as her fiance glanced back at the mountain before taking her hand and eventually beginning to follow Gimli. 

Later that evening Issa was making her way back to Eleo, an iron chaffron to protect his face in her hands. She walked past a campfire, which Eomer and Gamling sat around. Just as she began to pass a tent just behind the fire the flap suddenly opened. 

“To the smithy, go,” she heard Eowyn call as Merry ran out in armor, running directly into Issa with a small grunt. 

“Oh, sorry Issa,” he called, though he didn’t stay for long as he continued on to what Issa assumed was the smithy. The girl shook her head amusedly then stepped aside as Eowyn stepped out of the tent with a smile on her face. It was obvious she hadn’t noticed Issa yet.  

“You should not encourage him,” Eomer suddenly spoke, which made both women’s smiles drop. 

“You should not doubt him,” Eowyn retorted. 

“I do not doubt his heart, only his reach of arm.” The Prince’s response made Gamling laugh and Issa frown. Just as she prepared to speak, Eowyn beat her to the punch. 

“Why should Merry be left behind? He has as much cause to go to war as you. Why can he not fight for those he loves?” She began to turn away angrily, but then Eomer spoke again. 

“You know as little of war as that Hobbit. When fear takes him, and the blooming and the screams and the horror of battle take hold. Do you think he would stand to fight? He would flee, and he would be right to do so,” he muttered before standing and placing a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “War is the province of Men, Eowyn.” With that he and Gamling walked away, leaving Eowyn standing there with a frustrated expression. Issa decided it was time to make her presence known by stepping up beside the Princess. 

“Don’t listen to him,” she said softly so that the surrounding people couldn’t hear them, making the younger girl face her. “Men riding to war would be nothing without the women supporting them. Sometimes support needs to follow them to the battlefield, both metaphorically and physically. That is where you come in. The shieldmaiden of Rohan ready to protect her people.” Eowyn couldn’t help but smile at her words as she nodded. 

“Thank you, My Lady.” The girl nodded, then paused before leaning closer to her. 

“If you were to somehow end up in my tent, I would take a look in the chest beside the door. There may just be some armor fit for a woman in there. I’ve found that men’s armor is just a little too clunky to move swiftly in,” she whispered, waiting for Eowyn’s smile to widen as she nodded before continuing on her journey. 

Issa stayed with Eleo for quite some time. She brushed his mane and dressed him for battle, all while talking him through it. She didn’t know the likelihood of the horse understanding anything she was saying, but it made her feel better nonetheless. Finally she decided to let him stretch his legs by walking him around camp. It was as she was doing so that she noticed Aragorn with Brego. He wasn’t feeding him or placing armor on him, however. It looked like he was preparing to leave, which confused her. And she wasn’t the only one, apparently. 

“Why are you doing this?” Eowyn questioned worriedly as she approached him. “The war lies to the East. You cannot leave on the eve of battle, you cannot abandon the men.”

“Eowyn-”

“We need you here,” she continued desperately, cutting the Man off. Aragorn sighed. 

“Why have you come?” 

“Do you not know?” The girl asked softly. Things seemed to connect in both Issa and Aragorn’s minds, and the latter sighed. 

“It is but a shadow and a thought that you love,” he finally broke the news to the Princess as gently as he could manage. “I cannot give you what you seek, for my heart belongs to another alone.” Issa watched as Eowyn took a step back, obviously upset. Aragorn offered the girl an apologetic look before touching her face with a gentle hand. 

“I have wished you joy since first I saw you,” he concluded softly, his hand falling from her face as he led Brego away. Eowyn watched him in silence, though upon looking closer the woman could see tears beginning to slip down the Princess’ face as she watched Aragorn walk away. Issa, despite herself, couldn’t help but pity the poor girl. It wasn’t her fault that she’d fallen for Aragorn. Matters of the heart are not forced, after all. But, she had a feeling that she wasn’t the one Eowyn wished to see at the moment, she instead opted to lead Eleo to follow Aragorn and Brego. As Aragorn passed a tent that Gimli sat beside, the Dwarf spoke. 

“Just where do you think you’re off to?” He asked. 

“Not this time,” was the Man’s only response. “This time you must stay, Gimli.” The Dwarf merely hummed before Legolas walked up on the other side of Aragorn, leading Arod beside him. 

“Have you learnt nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?” He asked with a knowing smile, making Issa smile as well as she walked up behind him. 

“You might as well accept it,” she added. 

“We’re going with you, laddie,” Gimli concluded, standing up. As Aragorn looked between the three, a smile formed on his face and he nodded. The four of them mounted their horses (Gimli riding with Legolas) then rode away from the camp along the Dimholt road. As they grew closer Issa grew nervous once again, but she swallowed her fears and continued to follow Aragorn. 

They traveled the path through the night. There was no time for sleep. Whatever Aragorn planned to do needed to be done as soon as possible. They finally came upon a barren canyon as day broke. Riders moved through it, much to Gimli’s surprise. 

“What kind of army would linger in such a place?” He asked once they dismounted their horses. 

“One that is cursed,” Legolas answered. “Long ago the men of the mountains swore an oath to the last King of Gondor to come to his aid, to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor’s need was dire, they fled, vanishing into the darkness of the mountain. And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge. Who shall call them from the grey twilight, the forgotten people? The heir of him to whom the oath they swore. From the North shall he come, need shall drive him. He shall pass the door to the Paths of the Dead.” Issa looked at Aragorn in surprise. 

“Aragorn, do you really think…” she trailed off hesitantly. 

“If Minas Tirith is to end victorious, we need as much help as we can get,” the Man responded. “They will answer to me, trust in that.” Issa was still reluctant, and he seemed to sense that. 

“If you do not trust words, trust in me,” he said much softer this time, taking her hand in his. The girl finally acquiesced, sighing as she nodded. Once he received confirmation he squeezed her hand gently and continued to lead them to the entrance of the Paths of the Dead.

“The very warmth of my blood seems stolen away,” Gimli muttered unsurely just as they reached the door. There was an inscription above it that Legolas read aloud. 

“The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead, and the dead keep it. The way is shut.” Right after he finished speaking something came out of the door, brushing past them in a rush. It sent a chill down Issa’s spine and spooked the horses. The girl’s wrist was nearly broken by Eleo’s reins as he reared back. She just managed to slip her hand out of them before he along with the other horses ran away from them and the door. She held her arm close to her chest in surprise as Aragorn shouted after Brego, then he shook his head. 

“I do not fear death!” He exclaimed before walking through the entrance. Issa hesitated for merely a second before following after him along with Legolas and eventually Gimli.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #aragorn #aragorn imagine #aragorn x oc

[strangeradventuresofp]

second thoughts (legolas x reader)

The Fellowship of the Ring - Part 2

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warnings: mention of skeletons

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

a/n : part 2 finally lol !! thank you to everyone who has given chapter 1 a read, thank you for all the support you have all given me i appreciate it so much. so im super happy to present part 2<3 lmk if anyone wants to be added to the taglist or any taglist, send me an ask. thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy and i hope you have a wonderful day<333

It had hardly seemed to be long before the moon began to fall in the sky, and the sun peered itself through the low clouds. Aragorn had set off to collect firewood. He had no issue leaving you to protect the others on your own for he had seen you fight before. When you heard a little moan, you turned to look at the members of the Fellowship. Sam was sleeping soundly, his cheek squished up against his arm. Merry and Pippin were both drooling with mouths wide open. Boromir had his back to you. Gimli was clutching his axe – and snoring intensely. Legolas’ hair still looked perfect and tiny little snores escaped him every so often. Gandalf’s eyes were wide open, and he muttered in his sleep. Frodo was sat up. His eyes were wide, and his hand was clutching the fabric over his chest. He swallowed thickly.

“Frodo,” you whispered. “Are you alright?”

“Just a nightmare.” He admitted and you frowned, inviting him to sit beside you.

“What was it about? I heard if you tell your nightmares, they do not come back.”

“This one comes back.” Frodo looked at you, his eyes full of worry. “I dream that the Ring will take me. Or that it will take all of you, and I will be forced to continue the journey myself. But I fail.”

You sighed. “There is not much advice I can give to you, Master Baggins. Only to take every day as it comes. Do not fret about what the future could hold, Frodo. Focus on the present, as much as you can.” A silence fell over you for a while. Frodo turned to face you.

“Y/N?” You looked at him. “Why did you not want me to take the Ring?”

“It is a huge burden to bear. I feared it would be too much for you. But you have proved me very wrong thus far, Frodo Baggins. I hope you continue to prove me wrong.” The two of you shared a smile before you decided to wake up the others. Frodo woke the hobbits whilst you knelt beside Legolas. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder before you called out his name. His eyelids slowly began to flicker open and you softly smiled at him.

“Good morning, Legolas. Wake Gimli, would you?” A smirk tugged at your lips as you turned to move towards Boromir.

“Wouldn’t you rather do it?” Legolas protested. “I am sure you’re a sight he would rather see the moment he wakes up.”

“Why do you say that?”

He gave you a knowing look. “He sleeps holding his axe.”

You laughed. “The Mirkwood Prince is afraid of a dwarf. I never would have guessed that.” Legolas scoffed and you grinned at him. “I will wake him. Help Aragorn with the fire when he comes back.” He flashed you a smile and you giggled, shaking your head. You turned to Boromir.

“It is time to wake, Boromir. If you could hurry, we want to travel in daylight.” He chuckled tiredly at your words.

Aragorn had come back with the firewood and the Fellowship quickly breakfasted. Sam was very happy to see that you had eaten on your own accord. Then, you set off.

~~~

The next predicted stop was a few days journey away. It did not seem to take as long as you thought that it would. But Pippin began to get restless, constantly mumbling something of his hunger. Eventually, Gandalf – who had had enough of Pippin’s “whining” – decided that the Fellowship should stop to regain health and stamina. The stop was well timed, you thought, before we continue on the passage south, a quick camp might just be what we need.

Boromir decided to train Merry and Pippin in some defensive skills whilst Aragorn watched, shouting instructions to them. Frodo and Sam perched themselves on a rock, food in their hands. Legolas was scouting the area, presumably searching for any danger with his elf eyes. You had sat yourself beside the wizard, for you much needed to speak with him about Frodo. You were growing worried for the hobbit. He awakens frequently in the night, you had noticed, perhaps due to the nightmares that he had told you about, but you had yet to confide with anyone else about them.

“If anyone were to ask for my opinion, which I note they are not, I would say we were taking the long way round. Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin, Balin, would give us a royal welcome.” The wizard’s face dropped at the mention of the mines and he shook his head at the dwarf.

“No, Gimli. I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice.” Gandalf declared, a nervous look in his eyes. You frowned.

“What is it that you fear, Gandalf?”

“It is troubling… I cannot say.”

“Gandalf, I—I am worried about Frodo. I fear he is struggling to rest. He told me of nightmares that he endures. I do not know how to help.” You confessed. Gandalf sighed.

“I fear that also. However, Frodo seems to be doing fine as of now. We will keep an eye on him, hm?”

“Four eyes.” You nodded and shared a smile with the wizard. Your eyes wandered, watching Legolas as he stepped to a different rock. Standing, you moved towards him, catching sight of something beyond the clouds.

“Do you see that?”

“What is it?” Sam asked.

Gimli scoffed. “Nothing, just a wisp of cloud.”

“It’s moving fast. Against the wind.” Boromir added, holding tight to Merry and Pippin. Legolas’ face faltered.

“Crebain from Dunland.” He affirmed and your eyes widened in shock.

“Hide!” Aragorn cried. He grabbed Frodo, running to Sam who made the brilliant decision to put the fire out. Boromir ran with the other two hobbits, finding a hiding place that would suffice for the three of them. Legolas took your hand instinctively, pulling you under the cover of a nearby bush. It was large enough to shield the both of you from sight, but he protectively held you close anyway. You could feel his breath on your face. His hand was still clamped in yours. You swore you could hear his heartbeat, or perhaps that was your own, thumping vigorously from the adrenaline.

The caws of the birds insisted on your attention, your eyes watching them each time that they circled the area before they flew back off in the direction that they had come from. You and Legolas resurfaced. You looked around to check everyone was alright while Legolas’ gaze held on the birds.

“Spies of Saruman.” Gandalf grimaced. “The passage south is being watched.”

“Where will we go?” You asked anxiously.

“We must take the pass of Caradhras.” Gandalf said, already beginning to lead the way. You let out a breath, walking alongside Legolas.

It was light again when you made your way up the mountain. The ground was a blanket of white velvet, creasing only when footsteps trudged muddily through it. The path Gandalf took you on was winding, moving left to right and up and down. Eventually, the Fellowship came to a slowly ascending hill. It allowed you all to finally pick up pace, so you began fast approaching on the pass of Caradhras.

The change in pace was not great for some, however. As Frodo’s feet were dragging through the thick snow, he clearly began to get overwhelmed by the vast amount. The snow reached his knees, perhaps even further up his leg. His feet failed him, and his body crashed into the snow, tumbling a little way down the hill. His body managed to flatten out at Aragorn’s feet, and he helped him up. As soon as he was upright, Frodo’s hand plunged into his shirt, his hand groping at his chest to find the Ring. Only it was not there.

Boromir crouched down, plucking something from the snow with his fingers. The chain twinkled against the Ring as it was brought to his eye level, gently swinging from left to right before his face. Frodo’s brows knit together, and Aragorn watched Boromir curiously, his hand moving to the hilt of his sword. You frowned.

“Boromir.” Aragorn called, but he seemed unbothered.

“It is a strange fate that we must suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing.” Boromir said, though not particularly to anyone. “Such a little thing.”

“Boromir!” He looked at Aragorn, clutching the Ring tighter. “Give the Ring to Frodo.” Aragorn commanded and Boromir stayed still for a few moments before stepping towards the hobbit. He hesitantly held the Ring out to him. Frodo took no time at all to snatch it from his grasp.

“As you wish. I care not.” He chuckled, ruffling Frodo’s hair. Aragorn’s dark eyes never left him as he continued walking. When Frodo was way ahead of Aragorn, you held back to speak with him.

“What was that?” He looked puzzled. “Your hand on the hilt of your sword. Tell me you had no intention of harming him.” He sighed at your words, not exactly knowing how to respond.

“Tell me!” You urged.

“It was just to be safe, Y/N. What if he were to have taken it, what then?”

“He wouldn’t.”

“How do you know?” He asked. You scoffed, hurt that he would even question it. “You said it yourself, the Ring can’t be trusted in the hands of Men.”

You frowned. “I know Boromir. He wouldn’t take it.” Walking ahead, you caught up to Merry and Sam. Aragorn’s words took a toll on you, and you glanced back to Boromir, offering him a smile. He returned it for a second before it fell from his face and he avoided your gaze. You trusted him even if no one else did.

~~~

Quite soon a blizzard began to attack the path. The others trudged through the snow, Gandalf leading the way by attempting to clear the snow with his staff. You and Legolas stayed behind. For some reason you were able to almost hover on the snow, like you weighed nothing. Your feet left barely an imprint in the thick. The falling snow seemed to glue to every part of the others, but when it fell onto your figure, it seemed to melt away almost instantly. You wished that the journey would be easier for the hobbits. If you could trade your position for theirs, you would do it in a heartbeat. You hated how it was so troublesome for them but not for you.

Suddenly Legolas drew forward before everyone else and you joined him, looking out from the mountain. Small murmurs of wind came rushing past.

“There is a foul voice on the air.” He said.

“It’s Saruman!” Gandalf cried. A huge crash came from above. As you looked up, Legolas gently grabbed you, pulling you back so your back was flush with the mountain, his body shielding yours. You looked over his shoulder, watching as many rocks were forced down from the top, plummeting past all of you.

“He’s trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!” Aragorn yelled, his face troubled, grasping Sam and Frodo tightly. He held them tight to his body.

“No!” The wizard began chanting to counter Saruman’s, but to no avail. An echoing clap of thunder startled you, and the mountain shook in pain, shedding more rocks and snow. It came crashing down, smothering you in an instant.

You resurfaced with a gasp, looking around. Legolas was the only one you could see. Your hands fondled through the snow, searching for any of the others. A hand grasped yours tightly and you heaved them out of the snow. Wiping their face to remove any excess snow, you saw a shivering Sam, one who’s cheeks were bright red from the biting cold. You quickly undid your cloak from around your neck, wrapping it around his small frame and he breathed, snuggling into it for a tad of extra warmth. The others came up out of the snow quickly after.

“We must get off the mountain!” Boromir suggested. You nodded in response, holding Sam close to you. “Make for the Gap of Rohan or take the west road to my city.”

“The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard.”

“If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria.” Gimli advised. Gandalf’s eyes faltered in fear.

He gulped. “Let the Ring-Bearer decide.”

“Frodo?” You asked after a while of silence whilst Frodo pondered the options.

“We will go through the mines.” He affirmed. You breathed in relief.

“So be it.”

~~~

The journey to Moria did not take long. Though to you, it seemed as if you would never get there. The entire time you could feel someone watching you. You did not entirely know why, and you were unsure of whether to ask why an eye was being kept on you.

Eventually, the Fellowship made way down the mountain. All of the snow had disappeared from everyone’s clothes. Gimli’s eyes widened in awe at the sight that appeared before you.

“The Walls of Moria.” He pointed. Your lips parted in trepidation. It was incredible. Not beautiful like Rivendell, or even Gondor. It was simply a wonderous sight. You had never seen anything like it. You quickly made your way around to where the door was supposed to be. But after a while of looking, you could not seem to find it. Gandalf stumbled over to a flat part of the wall.

“Ithildin.” He muttered. “It mirrors only starlight and moonlight.” He turned to face the moon, tutting when it seemed to be covered by a cloud. Then, almost as if Gandalf had moved it himself, the cloud shifted, and the moonlight shone on the stone. It lit up, showing an archway with elvish markings. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Why is it written in Elvish? I thought Moria was inhabited by dwarves.” You asked, looking to Legolas. He smiled at the question.

“The gate was primarily used by elves, despite being made by dwarves. The spell was cast upon it by the elves, so that they could pass to the nearby elven lands.” He answered and you nodded.

“It reads, ‘The Doors of Durin – Lord of Moria. Speak, friend and enter.” Gandalf pointed to each word as he translated it.

“What d’you suppose that means?” Merry questioned, his neck straining as he looked up at the archway.

“Oh, it’s quite simple, If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open.” He replied. Then he spoke the password, only it did not work. He shifted, attempting to move the doors with force, his shoulder colliding with the stone. You moved away after an uncountable number of unsuccessful attempts. Sam was looking particularly miserable, and so you made your way towards him, kneeling beside him.

“The mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as this.” Aragorn said.

“Bye-bye, Bill.” Sam sighed as Aragorn shifted the pony away.

“Don’t worry, Sam. He knows the way home.”

“He’ll be safe there.” You reassured and he gave you a small smile. Gently, you rubbed his arm before your eyes widened at the sound of crashing water. You spun around, grabbing Merry’s hand. He and Pippin had been throwing stones into the water. Aragorn leant into Pip’s ear, speaking in a whisper.

“Do not disturb the water.” You gave Aragorn a worried look, swallowing thickly. His eyes scanned back over the water for a moment before he looked back to you. You took the two hobbits from the water, moving away from it cautiously. Legolas moved towards Aragorn. He eyed you curiously.

“I have been wondering, Aragorn, about Y/N. I had heard you speaking with her a few nights ago.”

“What makes you so curious, Legolas?”

“She mentioned a decision that she must make. I have been watching her and yet she does not seem particularly troubled.” Legolas recalled. Aragorn smiled, clapping him on the shoulder gently.

“It is something that she must reveal to you herself, Legolas. I will not be the one to tell her secrets.” Legolas nodded appreciatively at his words.

Suddenly Gandalf threw down his staff, slumping down on a rock beside Frodo. “Oh, it’s useless…” Frodo stood, his eyes scanning the door.

You heard the water crash against the shore and turned with wide eyes. Boromir stood beside you, looking out into the dark. His brows furrowed and he moved in front of you protectively, and to get a better look. You moved further back, holding the hobbits close to you.

“It’s a riddle. Speak friend and enter. What’s the elvish word for friend?”

“Mellon.” Gandalf spoke with raised brows. The door began to creak. It slowly shifted open, spare dust and little stones falling into the cavity where the rock once stood firm. Your eyes could not seem to shift away from the rippling water, an anxiety growing in the pit of your stomach. Boromir turned you away from the water, moving you into the mines with the others.

“Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone. This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin. And they call it a mine. A mine!” Gimli boomed. You chuckled, patting your stomach gently at the thought. You tripped but Boromir caught you, steadying you before he looked to see what you had fell over. You gasped at the sight.

“This is no mine. It’s a tomb.” At Boromir’s words, all of the blackened skeletons that were sprawled out on the stone floor seemed perfectly visible. One or two of the hobbits let out a whimper whilst Gimli cried out, kneeling beside a decayed body. Legolas pulled an arrow out of a skeleton, inspecting the end quickly before throwing it down, drawing his bow.

“Goblins.” He declared. You unsheathed your knives, one in each hand, fingers whitening as they tightened around the hilts. Aragorn and Boromir did the same with their longswords. You looked at Boromir.

“We make for the Gap of Rohan.” He said. “We should never have come here, now get out of here. Get out!” You turned, just as a giant tentacle slithered from the water and wrapped itself around Frodo’s leg.

“Frodo!” You cried, reaching out your hand for him to grab it but were too late. It dragged his body across the floor. The hobbits helped you grab him hastily while he screamed in fear.

“Strider!” Sam called as you managed to slice the tentacle off of Frodo’s foot with his help.

“Aragorn!” You yelled, panting as you checked Frodo for other wounds while keeping a close eye on the water.

Ten or more tentacles abruptly thrust out of the water, fiercely striking everyone in their stomachs. Some noise of shock tore from your throat, your eyes widening in horror as it took a hold of Frodo once more. Pushing yourself to your feet, you kicked restlessly through the water, cutting through the flesh of the creature with a roar.

“Strider!” The shrill that left Frodo’s lips went straight through you. As you stabbed relentlessly at the beast the others joined you. Boromir cut down one arm that moved towards you. The creature revealed itself, surfacing from the water. The Watcher, you thought. It opened its mouth, holding Frodo’s flailing body above it. You tore through two tentacles at once, feeling satisfied when they fell lifelessly into the once stagnant lake. Aragorn swiftly moved to the arm wrapped around the hobbit and heaved his sword right through it. In a split second it submerged into the water and Frodo was in his arms. He lugged his legs through water as fast as he could. You were too busy ensuring that Frodo was now safe that you had not noticed the tentacle that squeezed around your arm. It pulled you back as you desperately tried to join the others, stabbing at it mindlessly with your knife.

“Legolas!” You cried, noticing how his arm was drew back. Digging your knife into the tentacle and drawing it across it, you waited for Legolas to hit his shot. When he did, it hit the monster straight through its eye. The tentacle loosened and you speedily weaved your way through the waves, grabbing Legolas’ outstretched hand and sprinting into the mines with him. You looked back at the monster once you were all safely inside the mines in utter dismay. It crushed the stone. Rocks tumbled down in replacement of the entrance – and exit – and you let out a sigh. The elf squeezed your hand gently before letting go. You sheathed your weapons, which you had shifted into one hand once the tentacle had let you go.

Gandalf summoned a light through his staff. “We now have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard, there are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.” He led the way hesitatingly.

“Quietly, now. It is a four-day journey to the other side. And let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed.”

Once you had begun walking, Sam bumbled up to you, gently tugging on your sleeve to get your attention. “Are you alright, Sam?”

“Oh, I’m fine, me. Actually, I wanted to ask if you were doin’ alright. That big tentacle wrapped around your arm couldn’t ‘ave been very comfortable.” He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled.

“Thank you, Sam. I’m fine, it hardly hurts at all.” You gently clapped his shoulder and he smiled.

You had hardly gotten very far when everyone took a break. It was thought best to get some rest before the rest of the journey through Moria. You had offered to take the night watch, and Aragorn suggested that Legolas do too, since he is an elf, he does not tire half as much as the rest of the Fellowship. He agreed and soon enough the Fellowship were getting ready to sleep. Only you and Legolas remained awake. You sat with your back against the stone, blowing hot air into your hands and rubbing them together. He watched curiously.

“Are you cold?” He asked and you nodded at him. You watched curiously as he searched through a bag that someone had been carrying. He pulled out a cloak, and gently placed it around your small frame. You gave him a thankful smile and he returned it. “I do not understand. You do not tire. You did not feel the cold at Caradhras, yet you feel the cold now.”

“It seems to differ; I do not know why. In the most extreme conditions, I do not feel anything. When there is little to feel, I feel it.” You shrugged.

“Why?”

“Why do I feel differently? I do not know.” A lie. When he didn’t respond, you let out a silent breath of relief. You knew you could trust Legolas, but you were unsure whether you wanted to tell him. You were already having second thoughts on your entire life plan; another’s input was sure to take a toll on how you felt.

“I noticed you already knew Aragorn.” He said. You nodded at him, not knowing if it was a simple statement or if he was asking you how you knew him.

“Yes. We are old friends.”

“How did you meet?”

You took a breath. “When my parents died, I had nowhere to go. So, I ran. I don’t know where and I don’t know for how long. All I remember was that I was starving and sore. Some creature attacked me, and he heard my screams. He saved me.” A smile fell over your face as you recalled the events.

“He saved me and brought me to Rivendell, where Lord Elrond agreed for me to be taken to the White City, to live as a Gondorian. That is where I met Boromir. He has fathered me ever since.

I owe Aragorn everything. We used to meet up as much as we could. I swore to him that I would follow him, however I could.”

“Forgive me, I did not realise how long I had been talking.”

“No, it is nice listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing.” He gave you a small smile which you returned. He noticed the way that your eyes smiled when you spoke about Aragorn. You crossed your legs, sitting up properly and facing him.

“Tell me about you.” He gave you a puzzled look. “Tell me how you know Aragorn. Tell me about your life.” He smiled, and he did. He told you everything. From a huge battle at Erebor to his father – who seemingly was not very nice to him – telling him to meet Aragorn. Then, he went silent and turned his gaze away from you. It was clear he had remembered something bad.

“What is it, Legolas?”

“It’s nothing.” The two of you sat in silence for a while and you sighed, feeling awful that you made him remember something that he clearly did not want to. Looking around, you caught sight of something where stone met stone. Your brows furrowed together curiously, and you leaned forward to touch it. A smile ghosted over your features when you plucked it, sitting back down normally.

“How beautiful.” You smiled at the flower that perched between your fingers.

“She was.” Legolas mumbled and you looked at him.

“Hm?”

“Oh, nothing.” Legolas said. You frowned, noticing how disoriented he seemed. You cleared your throat.

“Legolas?” He looked at you as you felt your hand out to him, the flower in the centre. “A symbol of our newly found friendship.”

He smiled gratefully, taking it from you. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, mellon nin.” He snapped his head quickly to look at you and you flinched slightly. “What is it?”

“You speak elvish.”

“Oh, yes. Aragorn taught me.” Legolas nodded slowly at your words. You traced the patterns on your knife sheath whilst he kept his eyes fixed on you. He could tell you weren’t telling the truth, but he did not know what the truth was.

Eventually, he sat down beside you. He jumped slightly at the sensation of something on his shoulder, but when he looked and saw that it was only your head, he smiled. You did not understand why, but you began to feel very tired and swore to only shut your eyes for a moment. Legolas chuckled slightly when he heard soft snores escaping your parted lips. He looked over at you asleep on his shoulder and could not help but think you looked simply ethereal. He felt himself drawn to you, like a protectiveness had fallen over him and he wanted to keep you safe and warm. Gently, he swiped his finger across your face to remove the hair that had fell in the way. Your plump lips were parted, and he could feel your soft breaths on his skin. He opened his hand, looking at the flower that you had handed him merely minutes ago.

“Goodnight, mellon nin.”

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[cosmiic-fool]

Legolas and Gimli from the Lord of the Rings have the exact same energy as Hearthstone and Blitz so it's impossible not to ship them, okay?

#lord of rings #LoR #the lord of the rings #legolas #gimli #legolas x gimli #hearthstone #blitz #blitzstone #mcga #magnus chase and the gods of asgard

[teamfreeofficial]

BIOGRAPHIE

Née en 2995 T.Â, Eowyn perdit son père Eomund, maréchal de la Marche, dès 3002 T.Â, tué par des Orques. Sa mère Théodwyn, décède peu après. A l'âge de sept ans, Eowyn et son frère aîné Eomer, partirent vivre à Meduseld auprès de leur oncle Théoden et de leur cousin Théodred. En 3014, le roi Théoden tomba malade, empoisonné par son conseiller Grima Langue-de-Serpent, qui servait le magicien Saruman. Eowyn fût obligée de rester au palais pour soigner le Roi, alors que son frère et son cousin combattaient pour défendre les frontières du Rohan. Le 25 Février 3019, Théodred fût tué lors de lla première bataille des Gués de l'Isen. Le 2 mars, Eowyn vit l'arrivée à Meduseld de Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas et Gimli. Gandalf libéra Théoden de l'emprise de Saruman, alors qu'Eowyn demeurait fascinée par Aragorn. Eowyn tomba amoureuse de celui ci, descendant d'Isildur. Mais elle n'aimait de lui qu'un espoir de renom et le coeur de celui-ci était déjà lié par l'amour qu'il vouait à Arwen Undomiel depuis leur rencontre à Imladris bien des années auparavant et leur serment prononcé en Lothlorien. Déguisée en cavalier et sous le nom de Dernhelm, elle participe secrètement à la bataille des champs du Pelennor le 15 mars 3019 T.Â, accompagnée de Merry son fidèle ami. Elle fût confrontée au seigneur des Nazgûl, le Roi-Sorcier d'Angmar, qu'elle détruisit avec l'aide de Merry, accomplissant ainsi la prophétie de Glorfindel, selon laquelle, le seigne des Nazgûl ne serait pas tué par un homme. Son oncle Théoden s'écroula sous le poids de son cheval Nivacrin et mourut. Amenée aux Maisons de Guérison, elle y rencontra Faramir, intendant du Gondor depuis la mort de son père Denethor II. Eowyn est plutôt douce et on ne l'imagine pas se battre sur un champ de bataille. Cependant, elle est la première à vouloir se battre pour protéger son peuple. Elle cherche à être digne de son père et de son oncle le Roi même si elle doit mettre sa vie en danger. Elle est un mélange entre la douceur et la rage de vaincre. Assez petite de taille, Eowyn à l'apparence de la jeune femme fragile. Elle a de longs cheveux châtain clair et porte souvent des robes qui la caractérise comme étant une femme au sang noble. Cependant, lorsqu'elle veut se battre, elle n'hésite pas à s'habiller comme un homme pour se camoufler. Elle est jugée sur son sexe bien qu'elle sache se battre comme un véritable homme. Je ne fais pas un copier/coller de la trilogie mais je m'en inspire beaucoup pour les jeux. Je refais un peu à ma sauce aussi. Dans de rares cas, je peux adapter Eowyn dans le contexte de Game of Thrones. Le «pays» d'où vient Eowyn ferait partie de «l'est» de Westeros (là où Arya souhaite voyager à la fin de la série). Les marcheurs blancs pourraient aussi bien menacer Westeros que le pays d'Eowyn ainsi que la menace Saruman qui pourrait menacer Westeros dans son désire de conquête.

#Eowyn

[mamasaiko]

4 for the film ask? For me its the Lord of the Rings trilogy!

I would say Howl’s castle and mononoke! both have amazing osts and art design <3

Ahh I love the lord of the rings too!! I rewatched them not long ago and also included the hobbit, but nothing like ‘’lor’‘ :’) I miss aragor, legolas and Gimli working together. I have always been a big fan of medieval warrior movies xD

Thanks for the ask @milese333!

[gusgus48]

Extra on the Hobbit

Extra on the hobbit

In New Zealand, fans are swarming around the actors, being rude to their wives, especially dean and Graham’s.

They buy all the copies of the book she wants just so she can’t have it, you give her your old copy you carry with you.

You overhear some women insulting another cast members wife you make sure to tell them they look lovely that day.

At a party a woman throws a shake all over deans wife, she gets arrested you take her into the bathroom and clean her up letting her wear the extra dress oh brought with you in your purse, fix her makeup and hair.

You’re an extra/Thorins body double

You were gimlis body double in lor everyone calls you gimli, their first time seeing you they ask guy playing nori why, you filled any spot in lor they needed, body/stunt double but mostly gimli.

Wanting the belt length beard to use it like a nunchuck with metal barbs or something in it, telling Richard, “You just had to be so damn attractive they had to make Thorin younger didn’t you?” Sarcastically making him laugh.

Lee pace interrogation scene you kiss his nose when he leans in, they had to do the scene without you the first day because lee couldn’t stop giggling when he saw you. You’re always listening to music, there’s countless photos of you dancing around in your large costume on set between takes. You’re known for being able to last longer than all the guys.

Spider web scene you were shaking and quietly squeaking, Richard and the group all gave you hugs when they realized ou hated spider webs, spiders you could tolerate but the webs you despised.

Outtake of your contact moving making Thorin have one purple one blue eye for a scene.

In the bag end scene you sat in Thorins spot for the scene to help Ian through it

[magikalgaming]

J.R.R Tolkien's Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit enthusiastically recommend dishes to Square Enix’s Final Fantasy 15 with their mouths half-full.

Drink of Choice: Lemon Water

Magic rings, delicious food, and sacrifice bring these unlikely friends in conversation. Tolkien’s works are undoubtedly foundational tools for most contemporary high fantasy stories, and the Final Fantasy series has grown with the the genre for over a decade. Oddly, both these narratives use a vastly overlooked and underrated symbol to emphasize the perpetual danger their main characters - Noctis and Frodo/Bilbo encounter - food.

Final Fantasy 15’s cooking mechanic is simple, less a mini-game and more an aesthetically pleasing feature that provides stat buffs. You could almost forget about it entirely, were it not for the incessant, meme-worthy quote from Ignis Scientia, “That’s it! I’ve come up with a new recipe.” Mid-dungeon Ignis finds he must tell you that Creamy Fowl Sauté is totally possible now. You beat a difficult mini-boss with an emotional cut scene,but the menu now has Fluffy Chiffon Cake, fam. The sheer amount of times players hear his token phrase is absurd, but on some level, it brings food in conversation with survival. Sure, you need food to survive, but why include the option to make recipes and gather ingredients? How do we reconcile staggering out of battle and picking up mushrooms after for the next five minutes?

The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit offer a very similar theme in the scope of their adventures. FF15’s and LOR/TH’s narratives drive back and forth between imminent danger and the desire for food. The very description of a “hobbit” includes their love for food, and events like Bilbo’s Birthday Party in LOR highlight that notion. The event’s magnitude is measured by how much food was ordered, and its success expressed by how much of the food was consumed. Main characters Bilbo and Sam/Frodo come pre-equipped with food being thematic and central to their personalities. Because these three characters had not experienced being outside the Shire and in danger before their quests began, we find food to be indicative of daily life and peace. Once the narrative takes the hobbits outside their territory and into precarious lifestyles, it becomes indicative of something much more important and overwhelming - the eventual triumph over evil. I’m careful not to use the word survival in this definition, as Frodo expresses throughout LOR that he expects to die during the scope of his trial. Like in FF15, there are many moments where Bilbo or Sam/Frodo engage in battle and after rest and eat.

FF15 conditions players to equate Ignis making food with safety and friendship. The campsites that the team retires to represents both sanctuary and camaraderie, and character relationships are strengthened when new or favorite meals are prepared. Ignis will also ask Noctis to assist him with the cooking, which highlights their relationship as friends and equals, rather than ruler and subject. These mealtime scenes also reveal past circumstances and a broader narrative foundation that would otherwise go unsaid. LOR’s version of Ignis is quite visibly Sam, who carries around pots and pans and, upon having to let them go near the end of their quest, feels woeful and reluctant. The role of the cook in both these narratives is the role of the nurturer. Both Frodo and Noctis carry a self-sacrificing burden, near inescapable, and feeding them becomes a small way of Sam and Ignis providing support in an impossible situation.

The absence of good food is palpable in both stories at select times. LOR weans Sam away from being able to provide nourishment once the duo enter Mordor, and they henceforth rely on lembas to keep their bodies functioning. It becomes akin to rations, bland yet encouraging. You could separate LOR’s good and difficult moments by evaluating if there is an abundance of food or an absence of it during a given moment. FF15 works the same way. DLC’s for each character removes them from the group dynamic in order to tackle a personal challenge. In a similar vein of survival, Episode Gladiolus features Gladio and Cor eating Cup Noodles at their campsites, and the tone is drastically distant and serious from the ones that feature the team of teens. Episode Prompto shows him eating canned food and dreamily thinking about Ignis’s cooking (much in the same way Frodo and Sam dream of the Shire’s cuisine during their darker days). Interestingly, Episode Ignis does not show the talented cook making himself meals. We see him drinking Ebony, a canned coffee that is said to be Ignis’s favorite drink. It’s odd to see such an integral part of his character, as chef, go unspoken and unused in his own DLC. It reveals that food isn’t a part of his character, but providing for his friends is. Why make Pork Cutlet Sandwiches when there’s no one there to enjoy them?

In an interview with FF15’s game developer, Tomohiro Hasegawa commented, “In the game, food is part of the expression of each city’s culture. However, what was important was not to focus on particular cultures, but to give the impression of traveling long distances by showing how culinary cultures change by region” (Reynolds). The road trip turned survival mission underscores the groups travel and unfamiliarity with their surroundings. Some recipes aren’t acquired unless you visit restaurants and try the local cuisine, such as Lestallum’s Bird Broth Rice and Curry, which unlocks Peppery Daggerquill Rice. On the other hand, chains like Crow’s Nest Diner offer the same dishes no matter where you go, reminding players of places like Denny's and ihop. The inclusion of eating makes characters more relatable and provides an edible record of the places Noctis and Co. have traveled.

You could easily make a similar record with LOR/TH. In moments of survival and struggle Frodo and Sam rely on lembas while Bilbo and Co. turn to cram. In LOR Gimli comments that lembas reminds him of honey cake made by the Beornings. These foods are described as bland but filling and long-lasting, and only lembas has extra magic included. Miruvor, an elvish mead, is given to Gandalf at the start of his journey in LOR to provide warmth and strength, through it is mainly used at elvish festivals. Held captive, Merry and Pippin are forced to down Grog by the orc Uglúk, and it grants them brief strength on their trip to Isengard. When evaluated, we find that most all food that is specially described and fictional in LOR/TH are foods that are self-sustaining and provide strength. Even Ent-Wash, which Merry and Pippin drink heartily, cause them to physically grow taller and larger during their attempts to overthrow Isengard. While food in FF15 informs players about friendships and emits safety, LOR/TH showcases food as a tool of war - necessary in order to turn the tides of battle.

The rings. How could we not talk about the rings? Both FF15 and LOR/TH feature reluctant ring bearers, and the rings themselves are charged with power. But what does this have to do with food? Well, if we think about food as that which is consumed and the eater as the consumer, I can’t help but think of Noctis and Frodo/Bilbo as predators turned prey. Both Frodo and Bilbo are almost literally eaten by their respective attackers, and Bilbo even listens to trolls discuss the best methods to season and cook him. While monsters never actually attempt to eat Noctis, he is hunted and, in the end, consumed by another force - the ring. The ring. The rings. Frodo’s constant psychic battles with the ring seems to invigorate and empower him while weakening his mind and heart. You could say that the ring consumes Frodo by feeding him. His reservations about surviving his relationship with the ring are slim, and the withdrawal effects are reminiscent of an addict starving for a drug. Power is food. Food is power.

And Noctis? Well, his ring feeds him by consuming him. One of FF15′s loading screens explains, “Harboring the souls of Lucian rulers of old, the ring allows its wearer to channel the power of the Crystal—but drains away one's life.” As a family heirloom, it represents leadership of an entire kingdom alongside its magical abilities. During a specific part of the game the ring is the only weapon available, making it a protective rather than a dangerous. However, toward the end of the game Noctis is consumed, literally, by a crystal. When he finally emerges time has fast-forwarded and the world is in ruins. He calls on all the forces of the ancestral ring in order to defeat Ardyn (the villain), and is ultimately sacrificed in the process. Both he and Frodo only truly accept the quest of the ring once they decide their lives are forfeit.

Food can be a magical and mysterious concept, but most often it’s a part of daily life and representative of normalcy. However, these two fantastical narratives encourage us to slow down, take it in, pull up a friend, and recover. 

Credits and Sources

Reynolds, Whitney. “The Food in 'Final Fantasy XV' Is Insanely Realistic.” Eater,

           Eater, 21 Dec. 2016, www.eater.com/2016/12/21/14030230/final-fantasy-

           vx-15-food-review.

Tolkien, J. R. R., and Alan Lee. The Hobbit. HarperCollins, 2008.

Tolkien, J. R. R., and Wayne G. Hammond. The Lord of the Rings.                     

             HarperCollins, 2014.

Final Fantasy 15. PS4, Square Enix, 2016.

Pictures/Gifs in order of appearance:

1. @celebquote, https://weheartit.com/entry/46608611

2. indeimaus, https://twitter.com/indeimaus/status/844791841492951041

3. https://gifer.com/en/VGZQ

4. kechua, https://www.gosunoob.com/final-fantasy-xv/camping-screenshots-from-ff-xv/

5. http://aagamerumahgamers.blogspot.com/2016/10/cooking-mini-game-on-final-fantasy-xv.html

6. ACTUALMAIRON, https://tolkienthinktank.wordpress.com/2015/10/02/lembas-flatbread-recipe/

7. Katie, https://www.thefandomentals.com/frodo-and-failure-at-mount-doom/

8. cine yuinimix,  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVDavUot3sI

9. TheGamesEntertainer, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxGm67c4i3E

10. https://21stcenturyhobbit.wordpress.com/2015/01/03/happy-birthday-j-r-r-tolkien/

#finalfantasy15 #food #gamestudies #gamescriticism #closereading #lord of the rings #tolkien #thehobbit

[songedunenuitdete]

Bonsoir à toi fan inconditionnel de GoT (qui serais bien capable de vendre n’importe quoi pour connaître le grand dénouement).

Nous revoilà la team des Songeuses (Zellena, Mady et Angie) de retour pour vous livrer nos impressions ô combien humoristiques et 100% spoilers de ce quatrième épisode de Game of Thrones qui réserve son lot de surprises et morts (bah oui un épisode sans mort, ce n’est pas un épisode, de même qu’un mariage dothraki n’en est pas un sans au moins trois morts pour le rendre moins ennuyeux). Comme chaque lundi, ce jour qu’on déteste pour être le premier de la semaine et qui depuis quatre semaines devient le plus attendu, la série nous a livré un épisode sans trop de combats, avec beaucoup de blabla et des passages qu’on attendait tous avec plus ou moins d’impatience.

[box type=”info” align=”” class=”” width=””]Que les spoilers commencent, alors gare à vos yeux ![/box]

Épisode 4, vu par Angie, avec la complicité de Zellena, Mady et Artemissia.

Après un épisode passé dans le noir avec son lot de combats et de morts, on retrouve dès le début de celui-ci nos héros réunis au grand complet, enfin plutôt les pieds de Jorah Mormont en premier plan, avant de voir une Daenerys émue devant le corps de son ancien chevalier servant. S’en suit, un bûcher gigantesque et un discours digne des héros partis trop tôt par ce cher Jon, dont on ne sait plus vraiment le rôle, si ce n’est qu’il est pris en sandwich entre sa loyauté envers sa famille et sa loyauté envers sa reine, ou tatie Dae pour les intimes.

Je savais pas trop quoi m’attendre pour ce quatrième épisode ! De la célébration oui car le grand méchant est mort, mais je dois dire que j’en ressors plutôt énervée… Ça ne prend pas du tout la direction que j’espérais… Je suis blasée… Et je vais être à contre courant de mes collègues adorées (que j’aime très fort) MAIS NON LA JE PEUX PLUS ME TAIRE ! Daenerys m’a fendu le coeur je suis si triste pour elle…

Avec un début d’épisode pareil, j’ai bien failli verser ma petite larme. Les caméras survolent les visages des morts les plus importantes du dernier épisode, et j’ai senti mon petit coeur se serrer. J’avais envie de pleurer avec Dany. Par contre, j’ai été un peu gênée de voir avec quelle facilité ils passaient ensuite du rire aux larmes (enfin presque tous). Je suppose que la bibine, ça aide dans ces cas-là. Et du coup, moi aussi j’avais envie de festoyer avec eux !

Donc après un dernier au revoir, les survivants fêtent leur victoire autour de tables bien garnies et d’alcool servi à volonté. Un passage qui m’a rappelé cette big party dans le Seigneur des Anneaux, Le retour du Roi, entre le discours de Theoden et la beuverie qui s’en suit, scène mémorable. Si Theoden est Daenerys, Gimli est sans conteste Tormund, quand Varys est Gandalf et Brienne, Legolas. Mais il y a une ombre au tableau, car si tout le monde s’éclate, Daenerys, elle, tire une tête d’enterrement devant la loyauté et la friendship dont font preuve les nordiens envers Jon. De plus, celle-ci fait preuve d’une grande intelligence (ou stupidité) en donnant le titre de seigneur à Gendry et si les gens réunis n’y voient là qu’une récompense, pour Sansa et moi-même ce n’est qu’une preuve de plus concernant l’égocentrisme dont souffre Daenerys, en plus d’un talent (qu’on sait déjà inné) pour la manipulation.

Donc vous l’avez compris je suis l’avocate de la reine des dragons ! Eh bien la voir toute seule dans son coin alors que tout le monde célèbre la victoire, ça m’a beaucoup touchée… C’est en parti grâce à elle que le Nord a gagné, elle a perdu tous ses Dothraki, elle voit Tyrion s’éloigner d’elle, Jon est son neveu et il est adulé car il a monté un de ses dragons, elle a perdu son meilleur ami… Elle est seule… Je suis très triste pour Daenerys qui par amour a changé ses plans et qui finalement se retrouve en mode pot de fleurs dans une salle pourtant pleine…

Je suis assez du même avis que toi, Mady. C’est assez triste de la voir dans son coin, avec son gobelet Starbucks pas très loin. Oups… Plus sérieusement, Elle s’est quand même bien mouillée dans cette guerre et tout le monde semble assez vite l’oublier. Bande d’ingrats !

Et que dire de Tormund,  toujours présent pour se ridiculiser et mettre de l’ambiance. Même si cette fois-ci la palme revient à ce bon vieux Tyrion qui met plus qu’un peu les pieds dans le plat lors de son jeu de boisson favori. Et oui… nous apprenons le plus grand secret de Brienne, le chevalier femme de Westeros, elle est vierge (et non elle n’entend pas de voix comme Jeanne d’Arc). La belle qui habituellement n’a pas sa langue dans sa poche, se garde bien de démentir, ce qui trouble beaucoup, mais beaucoup Jaime…

Et non de non, je m’attendais à tout, mais pas à ce que Brienne passe à la casserole et que le Number 1 soit Jaime…

Adieu Tormund, bonjour Jaime… Mon rêve se brise, adieu bébés montres roux et blonds…

J’ai trouvé cette scène toute mignonne ! Même si je ne ferais mais alors pas du tout confiance à un mec qui se tape sa sœur depuis des années… Mais bon vive la célébration on ne va pas s’attarder sur des détails !

  Pauvre, pauvre Tormund ! Je le trouve tellement adorable, moi ! Il est certes maladroit, un peu rustre et porté sur la boisson, mais ça m’énerve que les autres le prennent parfois de haut, alors qu’il a depuis longtemps prouvé sa valeur. Tu sais pas ce que tu perds, Brienne ! Et en même temps, entre Brienne et Jaime, c’était obligé qu’il se passe un truc. Trop de tension sexuelle entre ces deux-là depuis plusieurs saisons. On aurait dit deux ados. Jaime qui arrive avec ses “il fait chaud ici, il fait vraiment chaud ici”. Oui bon c’est bon, on a compris ce que tu as en tête hein ! Petite mention pour le grand sourire niais/satisfait de Pod lorsque les nordiennes l’approchent de façon explicite, qui m’a bien fait rire.

Mais si tous sont à la fête, ou au lit comme certains couples (Pod semble s’être trouvé la compagnie charmante de deux jeunes nordiennes et oui dans GoT on ne fait pas dans le naturel, mais le démesuré), une seule manque à l’appel, l’héroïne, la girl power, Arya qui décoche flèche sur flèche et s’entraîne sans relâche. Gendry fraîchement doté d’un titre, arrive un peu comme un papn devant Arya et lui déclare sa flamme sans ambages, il a le titre, il veut maintenant la femme et les enfants, mais le pauvre se prend un joli râteau. Arya a un autre destin et compte bien finir sa liste…

Brisage de mon coeur… J’étais triste pour ce pauvre Gendry… Il l’aime sa Arya… Mais Arya n’est pas une dame… C’est Personne…

  Le mec il a toujours pas compris ça, après tout ce temps, pourtant ça n’est pas comme si elle ne cessait de le répéter à tout va… ‘fin je sais pas, ça se voit quand même, non ??!

La grande discussion entre Jon et Daenerys a enfin lieu et m’a laissé un goût amer en bouche, car Jon que je pensais être un homme, un vrai, se laisse écraser par l’égoïsme de Daenerys. D’accord il ne change pas d’avis quant au fait qu’il dira la vérité à Sansa et Arya le concernant, mais hormis ça, il sert à quoi dans cette dernière saison ? Il est paumé entre loyautés et sentiments et est coincé entre Daenerys d’un côté et Sansa, Arya et Bran de l’autre.

Eh bien encore une fois je suis du côté de Daenerys ! Elle sait que si les origines de Jon s’ébruitent, elle perd tout ! Et elle ne veut pas perdre ! Elle a déjà perdu tellement… Et Jon lui n’est pas du tout intéressé par le pouvoir, on le sait depuis le début ! Il ne voulait pas être Lord Commandant, on l’a élu. Il ne voulait pas être Roi du Nord, on l’a élu. Mais personne n’écoute ce mec ? Il veut Dany en reine mais elle sait bien qu’il est plus légitime qu’elle… Ohlala à ce stade j’en pouvais plus, car Jon est trop fidèle envers sa famille et surtout Sansa ne peut pas blairer Daenerys… Le pauvre…

On le sait tous, dans GoT rien n’est facile et les alliances se font aussi vite qu’elles se défont. La loyauté à un prix, de même que l’amitié.

J’en viens donc à Bronn (que j’adore), le mercenaire qui a fait un bon bout de route avec les deux Lannister. L’homme envoyé par Cersei pour les tuer avec une arbalète bien connue dans la série (rappelez-vous, offerte en cadeau par papy Lannister à Joffrey, elle causera la mort de quelques personnes dont Tywin Lannister lui-même). L’homme connu pour ne jurer fidélité qu’à l’argent, va une fois de plus retourner sa chemise, laissant l’opportunité aux Lannister de payer leurs dettes. L’argent, le moteur de sentiment et de loyauté 100% fidèle de GoT.

Une scène que j’ai adoré ! J’espère qu’il va l’avoir son château Sir Bronn !

    Personne ne s’est demandé comment ce mec avait pu rentrer pépouze à Winterfell avec son arbalète ? Par ailleurs, je l’imagine bien faire toutes les salles du château pour trouver les deux gugus posés au coin du feu !

Cersei, la reine des manipulatrices, nous livre une scène qui nous donnerait presque la larme à l’œil et pas de joie ou de tristesse, plutôt de rire, devant son talent grandilloquant pour mentir et les sacrifices qu’elle est prête à faire pour garder son trône en s’assurant de la loyauté d’Euron Greyjoy.

Mais elle est horrible Cersei ! Horrible horrible horrible, j’ai pas d’autres mots ! Ah si : Cruelle

Après la grande réunion de famille où il est décidé que Jon et Sir Davos partiront avec le reste des hommes vers Port Réal, pendant que Daenerys, Varys, Missandei, Tyrion et Ver Gris prendront le large sur les navires de Yara Greyjoy. S’il y a une scène que j’ai attendue, c’est celle où Jon ferait part de son secret au reste de la famille Stark et quand le moment est arrivé… eh bien rien… Pas de scène, pas de réactions, nada, la prod nous laisse dans le noir quant à la réaction des sœurs Stark, même si on voit par la suite une Sansa bouleversée en haut des remparts et Arya hors de Winterfell qui rejoint Sandor Clegane parti assouvir sa vengeance. Les voilà en route pour la grande aventure.

La réunion où Sansa prend encore un malin plaisir à moucher Daenerys… C’est bon on a compris tu ne l’aimes paaaaaas ! Ok passe à autre chose ! Sansa m’a également déçue dans cet épisode. Elle clame que sa famille importe le plus (c’est sans rappeler une certaine reine qui met sa famille au dessus de tout) et ensuite elle s’empresse de trahir Jon pour servir ses intérêts… Tout ça pour virer la grande blonde amoureuse de son frère ! Là franchement elle n’a rien a envier à ce cher Littlefinger. Et puis Jon ne veut pas être sur le trône, il veut rester loyal à sa reine c’est pourtant pas bien compliqué à comprendre !

N’empêche, Jon qui refile le bébé à Bran en lui disant “bah vas-y, balance-leur tout”, c’est un peu facile, mais d’un autre côté 1/ il fallait bien que Bran ait plus de deux lignes de texte dans cet épisode, 2/ je pense qu’en tant que Corneille à trois yeux, sa parole a un peu plus de poids que celle de Jon. Même si Sansa est un peu à voile et à vapeur, vu la fin de l’épisode, elle avait foutrement raison quand elle disait que tout le monde avait besoin de repos !

Et ce n’est pas le seul départ auquel nous auront le droit, car Tormund quitte le Nord pour le Nord et part raccompagner les quelques sauvageons restants, les au revoir tournant vite à des adieux, car il ne part pas seul, Fantôme, le loup de Jon le suit. Puis Sam vient à son tour souhaiter bon voyage à Jon et lui fait part de la grande nouvelle, il va être père (reste à espérer que le fils hérite du courage de sa mère, car si c’est du père, ce n’est pas gagné…). Bref, une succession d’adieux qui ressemble plus à des adieux tout court.

L’abandon des animaux reste présent même dans les séries… Non ça aussi je n’ai pas apprécié, c’est trop vite fait, même pas un gratouillis derrière les oreilles… J’espère que Ghost retrouvera Nyméria et se fera une belle meute de gros loups tout doux !

  Jon, qui ne fait même pas un gros pouton à Ghost quoi, non mais super ! Pauvre loulou !

  Puis Jaime quitte a son tour Winterfell pour rejoindre Cersei et brise le cœur de Brienne par la même occasion.

Pourriture… J’espère qu’il a pris conscience de certaines choses au contact de Brienne…

    Quel c…ard ce Jaime !

  Comme je l’ai dit plus haut, GoT n’est pas GoT sans au moins quelques morts pour pigmenter les épisodes, car les choses partent vite en cacahuète quand Euron Greyjoy débusque les navires de Daenerys et le drame est là…

Rhaegal est tué, la plus grande partie de la flotte de navires est détruite et Missandei est retenue prisonnière à Port Réal. Mais c’est loin d’être terminé, car après leur arrivée devant les portes de la cité, les pourparlers tournent au vinaigre et Missandei est assassinée sous les yeux horrifiés du pauvre Ver Gris qui ne peut que regarder de loin et d’une Daenerys folle de rage qui n’a plus qu’un but en tête détruire Port Réal et la reine qui est à la tête des 7 couronnes.

Dégoûtée… Et Tyrion qui n’a toujours pas compris que sa sœur est cruelle juste par plaisir… Daenerys vient de perdre encore un dragon ! Celui de Jon en plus alors là… Et maintenant elle perd sa meilleure amie… Mais c’est à rendre fou n’importe qui ! Qu’elles brûlent toutes, ces pourritures !!! Elle aura au moins tenté d’être sympa, on ne pourra pas lui reprocher ça…

Mais pourquoi, pourquoi diable Dany n’a-t-elle pas lancé un p..ain de Dracarys quand elle a vu que l’autre taré lui tirait dessus ???!! Pas Missandei, p..ain ! La tête tranchée qui tombe dans le vide là, pouf ! Pauvre pauvre Grey Worm ! J’ai eu tellement de peine pour lui ! J’ai commencé l’épisode avec l’envie de pleurer et je le termine avec encore l’envie de pleurer, la boucle est bouclée. Maintenant, ça va c..ier des bulles !! Plus que deux épisodes… Finalement le Night King à côté de ça, c’était presque, je dis bien presque, du pipi de chat !

Il n’y a pas qu’une chose à dire, que le duel commence !

En bref, cet épisode est un peu un remake d’amour, gloire et beauté, amour car les couples se retrouvent, se forment ou bien (s’)éclatent, gloire car la bataille a payé et ils en sortent victorieux, et beauté car beaucoup sont les hommes qui flatteront leurs dames durant cet épisode 4.

Un épisode qui m’a blasée mais vraiment… Daenerys se retrouve isolée, Jon est complètement paumé et croit encore aux bisounours, Sansa pourrit par la racine de plus en plus, Bran on sait pas trop son rôle à celui-là, Cersei qui continue son chemin dans la cruauté et dans la haine de son frère le-tout-petit, Varys qui est prêt à tromper la reine pour qui il a traversé les mers et Jaime qui a trouvé l’amour mais qui ne pense qu’à sa sœur… Et on a perdu Ghost et Rhaegal… Non vraiment je suis pas contente…

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Si on résume :

Daenerys et Jon, le fossé se creuse et la reine des dragons prend la grosse tête

Arya et Sansa connaissent enfin le secret concernant la naissance de Jon.

Que Sansa ébruite, Tyrion et Varys sont désormais au courant, remettant ainsi en cause la légitimité de Dae sur le trône.

Brienne n’est plus vierge et a des étoiles plein les yeux, mais le bonheur est de courte durée.

Bronn est enfin de retour, ne tue aucun des frères Lannister et part vers l’inconnu.

Jon et sir Davos, partent avec le reste des armées réunies pour Port Réal.

Euron Greyjoy tue Rhaegal et détruit en grande partie la flotte de navires de sa nièce.

Sandor Clegane part aux côtés d’Arya, l’un comme l’autre a une mission en tête.

Tormund repart dans le nord du Nord avec ses sauvageons et Fantôme.

Missandei est morte des mains de la Montagne.

Cersei et Daenerys, la guerre des femmes est déclarée

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