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majestictolkienelves · 9 months

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Legolas learning sindarin from Thranduil therefore having a Doriath accent means the world to me I can't describe it

#lotr #silmarillion #tolkien #lord of the rings #the hobbit #thranduil #legolas #Doriath #mirkwood #sindar elves

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chicotfp · 1 year

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I've had this idea for a long time that Celeborn and Thranduil were very good friends (relatives?) and met from time to time under false pretenses (darling, Thranduil says his rangers noticed unusual activity near Dol Guldur, I think we should find out what's going on), but in fact they just arranged a Sindar drinking party in the forest with wine and crazy antics. And this is probably what the renaming of Mirkwood looked like after the Battle under the Trees.

#thranduil #celeborn #lotr #the hobbit #lord of the rings #tolkien #elves #mirkwood #party elves #drunk elves #very drunk elves from Doriath #edits/photomanipulations

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the-silmarillioning · 1 month

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Oropher and Thranduil in Doriath.

Prince Oropher is a workaholic sometimes-over-protective-dad who manages the financial aspects of the kingdom of Doriath, as well as making sure the agencies that regulate the development of the infrastructure, military, rations and economics, etc. are working correctly. He's the Secretary of State, basically. All these qualities served him well when Menegroth was no more and he had to raise a whole new Kingdom in Greenwood. Rivendell and Lorien are elf settlements but small compared to the Oropherion halls which are basically a Menegroth 2.0. where most sindar survivors and green elves live.

As an adult and a King, Thranduil eventually realizes that the workaholic sometimes-over-protective-dad part is genetical. He thinks Oropher would find that hilarious. Somewhere in the Halls Of Mandos Oropher definitively does.

My stories and head canons: AO3

#tolkien #my art #While the whole deal with the silmarils war with the dark lords of angband impending doom involving the Noldor and the naugrim is happening #Oropher has his fourth cup of extra strong black tea and lavender while sitting on his desk trying to fix everything while he keeps telling #himself in an almost manic voice 'this is fine. this is fine. everything is perfectly fine' *literal fire around him*#the silmarillion #Oropher of Doriath #Oropher #thranduil son of oropher #lotr

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breathalyzerfail · 2 years

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“So when MELIAN THE MAIA falls in love with a hot elf and they establish a police state together, she’s a ‘dear gift’ and ‘wiser than any child of Middle-Earth’, BUT WHEN I, SAURON…”

#lord of the rings #the rings of power #trop spoilers #sauron #halbrand #galadriel #halbrand x galadriel #melian the maia #elu thingol #doriath

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govnovoz2077 · 8 months

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"He died, and his son, Thranduil, succeeded to the throne, returning with the remnants of the elves to Greenwood after the war."

Thranduil is wearing the same clothes as Legolas, let's just say these are the robes of a prince

#thranduil #oropher #lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #silmarillion #mirkwood #doriath #elves #tolkien

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lotrscenery · 2 years

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Doriath

#lord of the rings #the silmarillion #doriath #lotr #middle earth #scenery

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 7 months

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What if the silvans found elured and elurin?

Like, a team of silvans were taking stock of the damage post-feanorian rampage and came across two twin elflings shivering inthe cold and just.... take them.

Listen, no one was gonna look for them, so free children!

The silvans were the first kidnap=adoption elves.

And it’s not like either of then really had a family to go back to (silvans can be very ruthless and callus when it comes to certain things).

So, they rescued (kidnapped) them and raised them as their own. (Yes, the silvans do have an orphanage. Orphans are a concept they are very familiar with).

And just...

Kinda..

Sorta...

Forget to tell the sindar and noldor elves.

Whoops.

Imagine either of them just showing up at a meeting with galadriel or elrond in the 3rd age, guarding thranduil (as is their jobs) and just introducing themselves as elurin and elurid, and galadriel and elrond just blue screen.

Neither twin really gets the big deal but the sindars are freaking out.

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What if the silvans also picked up maglor (they have a habit of taking in strays)

And maglor is simultaneously relieved and horrified bc “thank god they lived” and “i am so sorry for everything”.

Elurin & Elured: listen, we’re not happy with you, but we have bigger fish to fry and other problems that we can actually fix.

#lord of the rings #silmarillion #lotr #the hobbit #lotr elves #mirkwood #silvans #greenwood the great #incorrect tolkien quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #silm incorrect quotes #elured #elurin #elured and elurin #fall of doriath #the silvans found the bby elflings and went ‘mine now’

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ayaosguqin · 2 years

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“The king of Doriath”

He might not be good at making decisions but at least he is hot ;)

Also small Luthien

#elu thingol #thingol #luthien tinuviel #beren and luthien #doriath #tolkien #silmarillion #lotr #lord of the rings #j r r tolkien #silmart #he is not the best dad but definitely not the worst #although the margin isn’t high in case of slim

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foedhrass · 8 months

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"King Greymantle was he, Elu Thingol in the tongue of that land."

I wore my new cosplay this week for a photo shoot and I'm so happy with how it turned out!

#thingol #elwe singollo #elu thingol #elwe #tolkien #silmarillion #cosplay #silmarillion cosplay #elves #tolkien cosplay #middle-earth #the silmarillion #lord of the rings #hobbit #doriath #Menegroth #woodland realm #jrr tolkien #Thingol cosplay

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warrioreowynofrohan · 18 days

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Silmarillion Daily - Of Menegroth

Today’s Silmarillion Daily contains two events - one is the building/carving of Menegroth and the other, happening around the same time in Valinor, is the births of Turgon and Finrod.

Here’s the part on Menegroth:

Now Melian had much foresight, after the manner of the Maiar; and when the second age of the captivity of Melkor had passed, she counselled Thingol that the Peace of Arda would not last forever. He took thought therefore how he should make for himself a kingly dwelling, and a place that should be strong, if evil were to awake again in Middle-earth; and he sought aid and counsel of the Dwarves of Belegost. They gave it willingly, for they were unwearied in those days and eager for new works; and though the Dwarves ever demanded a price for all that the did, whether with delight or with toil, at this time they held themselves paid. For Melian taught them much that they were eager to learn, and Thingol rewarded them with many fair pearls. These Círdan gave to him, for they were got in great number in the shallow waters about the Isle of Balar; but the Naugrim had not before seen their like, and they held them dear. One there was as great as a dove’s egg, and its sheen was as starlight on the foam of the sea; Nimphelos it is named, and the chieftain of the Dwarves of Belegost prized it above a mountain of wealth.

Therefore the Naugrim laboured long and gladly for Thingol, and devised for him mansions after the fashion of their people, delved deep in the earth. Where the Esgalduin flowed down, and parted Neldoreth from Region, there rose in the midst of the forest a rocky hill, and the river ran at its feet, There they made the gates of the hall of Thingol, and they built a bridge of stone over the river, by which alone the gates could be entered. Beyond the gates wide passages ran down to high halls and chambers far below that were hewn in the living stone, so many and so great that that dwelling was named Menegroth, the Thousand Caves.

But the Elves also had part in that labour, and Elves and Dwarves together, each with their own skill, there wrought out the visions of Melian, images of the wonder and beauty of Valinor beyond the Sea. The pillars of Menegroth were hewn in the lines of the beeches of Oromë, stock, bough, and leaf, and they were lit with lanterns of gold. The nightingales sang there as in the gardens of Lórien; and there were fountains of silver, and basins of marble, and floors of many-coloured stones. Carven figures of beasts and birds there ran upon the walls, or climbed upon the pillars, or peered among the branches entwined with many flowers. And as the years passed Melian and her maidens filled the halls with woven hangings wherein could be read the deeds of the Valar, and many things that had befallen in Arda since its beginning, and shadows of things that were yet to be. That was the fairest dwelling of any king that has ever been east of the Sea.

And when the building of Menegroth was achieved, and there was peace in the realm of Thingol and Melian, the Naugrim yet came ever and anon over the mountains and went in traffic about the lands; but they went seldom to the Falas, for they hated the sound of the sea and feared to look upon it. To Beleriand there came no other rumour or tidings of the world without.

There’s another tidbit about Menegroth in History of Middle-earth (The Peoples of Middle-earth, “The problem of Ros”):

…the great Hall of the Throne of Elwë in the midst of his stronghold of Menegroth…was called the Menelrond [heaven-dome], because by the arts and aid of Melian its high arched roof had been adorned with silver and gems set in the order and figures of the stars in the great Dome of Valmar in Aman, whence Melian came.

The section further states that Elwing named Elrond in memory of this place, and that this was held to be prophetic, as it foreshadowed Elrond choosing the kindred of the Eldar and “carrying on the lineage of King Elwë [Footnote: Also also that of Turgon; though he oreferred that of Elwë, who was not under the ban that was laid on the Exiles.]”, while Elros, named for water, crossed the seas and became King of Númenor.

I feel like Menegroth in the passage above comes about as close as anything else we see to Eru’s ideal for the Ainur and the Eruhíni: dwarves and elves and a Maia all working together in Middle-earth to make something beautiful with their different skills and knowledge. The decision to do it in incited by the awareness of danger, but that leads not to hostility but to cooperation and beauty. It’s not in Valinor, but it recalls much of Valinor and of the Valar: the carvings of trees and woodland creatures recall the forests of Oromë, the nightingales the gardens of Lórien, the tapestries of history (and visions of the future) the halls of Vairë and Mandos. Different peoples get a glimpse of things they don’t fully understand, but are drawn to: the dwarves can’t stand the sea, but they nonetheless love Círdan’s pearls.

This is what makes the way Menegroth ends such an absolute tragedy, and it is what makes Legolas and Gimli in The Lord of the Rings the redress of that tragedy: their visits to Aglarond and Fangorn, each understanding what the other loves, is a kind of echo of the unity of these caverns carved with trees and forest-creatures. They’re putting things right. (As, in a different way, Galadriel is putting Fëanor’s story right, and Elrond is putting Thingol’s specifically right.) Not putting things back exactly as they were, but healing them.

#i feel like this passage gets so overlooked #because “of the sindar” is a big flashback dropped in the middle of the return of the noldor #i like being able to see these sections in their chronological place #silmarillion daily #the silmarillion #tolkien #the lord of the rings #thingol #melian #dwarves #legolas #gimli #doriath

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velvet4510 · 18 days

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I have never heard anybody talk about a beautiful and poignant arc that occurs in the Tale of Beren and Lúthien. It’s not totally explicit in the text, but when you think about it, it’s most definitely there. And that is the relationship between Beren and Huan.

Think about Beren’s experience with hounds/wolves/dogs in general prior to meeting Huan. All he knew of them at first was Morgoth’s wolves.

When Lúthien and Huan showed up at Tol-in-Gauroth, Beren had just spent days if not weeks watching all his companions, including a dear friend, get brutally devoured by wolves in front of him. For him, hounds of any kind only signified terror, violence, suffering, and death.

So think of how unbelievably triggered he must’ve been when he emerged from Tol-in-Gauroth with Lúthien and saw a hound standing there. He must’ve freaked out!!! I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a full-on panic attack and screamed for Lúthien to run for her life.

Even when Lúthien assured him that this hound helped her, and Beren saw that Huan was tame and at least not an immediate threat, I really doubt the amount of trauma he had enabled him to fully trust Huan right away, especially when he found out that Huan used to serve the sons of Fëanor.

But then, this hound directly betrayed and fought the sons of Fëanor to protect Beren and his beloved. He caught an arrow in his teeth before it could hit Lúthien. Twice he helped Lúthien heal Beren from a wound. And in the end, he sacrificed himself to defeat Carcharoth.

Finally Beren saw that not all hounds were horrifying killers. Some hounds were indeed kind and noble. And he expressed his newfound love and gratitude for Huan by simply laying the palm of his hand on the heroic dog’s head.

An incredible evolution of their relationship.

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doodle-pops · 9 months

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˚*ೃ༄When You Argue With Them˚*ೃ༄

Headcanons: Turgon, Aegnor, Rog, Thingol

Synopsis: In which you decide to sleep on the couch during the argument.

. ˚◞♡ *ೃ༄ Turgon — arguments with Turgon are never peaceful, more turbulent than ever and it sometimes takes more than a week before the two of you can come to terms. The heat is high when he braces you, towering mighty tall and fiercely with arms firmly planted at his side and face screwed with rage.

Your attempts at getting him to leave his silver-haired cousin alone whenever he made jabs at him were futile. Another dispute between the both of them led to Turgon attacking first and Celegorm following suit to defend. You could no longer take it, you’d been at it for hours, attempting to prove yourself right and for him to humble his pride.

All you wanted was for him to understand that he was wrong and Celegorm was simply egging him on for entertainment. He should understand his cousin’s intentions by now.

Deflating as you stood closer to the door of your room, you sighed and trudged over to your bed, prying your pillow and sheet off and marching out of the room.

“Where are you going?” he puzzled.

Shaking your head and marching down the staircase to enter the living room, you heard him trailing behind. “What are you doing Y/N?”

“Sleeping on the couch Turgon.” Your voice was empty, hiding your rage behind each syllable. “I have no energy to sleep in bed.”

His shoulders and face fell at the awareness of the meaning. Even when you argued in the past, it never escalated where you slept elsewhere; this was a first. Not liking the sensation of guilt settling in his chest, he stepped forward to cut off your actions. A hand reached out to take the pillow out of yours. “Please don’t…I’ll sleep outside if that’ll make you feel better.”

“Káno, you’re too long for the couch; you’ll feel uncomfortable,” you scolded.

“As will you…” he hesitated, playing around with the words in his mouth before spitting it out, “…I’m sorry. You’re right and I’m wrong. Just come to bed please.”

Staring at him contemplating, you sighed. It wasn’t often he openly apologised, so this was a first from your stubborn husband. “Fine…but we’re settling this properly in the morning.”

. ˚◞♡ *ೃ༄ Aegnor — he hates arguments with you because he gets lost in the moment and heated. He’s trying his best to state his point across and justify why he was right to confront his cousins, but you weren’t pleased with his reasons.

Aegnor didn’t want to keep arguing, but you weren’t agreeing, so he was relentlessly attempting to get you to see his point of view. In his eyes, the punishment that arise from his feud with Caranthir was simple one and he was right to start it. He could be so hard-headed at times, and it made you want to pull your hair out.

“Aegnor, you were wrong to engage in the argument, you should have walked away. You know you don’t have a wholesome relationship with them, but take the risk,” you fired and watched as he stopped his pacing to give you an incredulous look.

“How could you say that after they murdered our people? They deserve being incriminated; they’re just lucky that the King was compassionate to just ban our tongue.” You had marched over to stand at the bedhead, ripping the sheets off the mattress and rushing to get into bed and end your dispute.

Refusing to comply, you turned to the wardrobe and grabbed a pillow and quilt before stomping out of your chambers. It didn’t take long for Aegnor to rush after you, shouting your name. When he did catch up, you were spreading the quilt over the sofa in the lounge and placing your pillow at the head.

“…Y/N?”

“I’m sleeping outside Aegnor. We just don’t seem to be on the same page right now,” you quietly respond, not sparing him a glance. He was torn between feeling guilty and wanting you to settle your thoughts out and understand. Not sure what to exactly do, he walked over and aided you in settling down.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you so you can get a good night’s rest if this is your decision.”

Gapping at how innocent he was to the experience of arguments, instead of swelling with rage, you snickered at him. “Aegnor, you’re supposed to say that you won’t allow me to sleep outside on the sofa, not help me.”

Breaking out of his focused state, wanting to still please you through your displeasure, he sheepishly laughed and scratched his head. “Oh, I didn’t know you wanted me to say that…I’m new to all this you know.”

Sighing at his innocence, you’d admit that despite the frustration you were experiencing currently, his helpless state was humorous and adorable. “You’re so clueless Aengor…”

. ˚◞♡ *ೃ༄ Rog — he hates arguments and never liked the idea of going to bed displeased. If he as to stay up all night to settle the dispute so you and he can have a good night's rest, Rog would. He wants you to know that even though you both have your options, he still loves you.

Rog would get lost in spending hours, even days in his forge, leaving you in solitude. Not being able to take it, it led to a one-sided argument between the both of you. Rog understood your frustration and his lack of care and attention towards his spouse, hence his reason for remaining silent and taking in your disputes.

Ranting to him about how he doesn’t come to bed anymore or make time to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with you or even take a walk, caused tears to flow from your eyes. He rushes over to meet your broken figure but was met with the force of your hands pushing him away and whispering to leave you be; you required time to relax now that you were a mess.

Rog watched with furrowed brows the entire time you shuffled out of your shared chambers to sleep on the sofa in your nightwear. His heart clenched at the barrier you were building after you demanded his time. Being a pleaser, he was not standing for your separation and waited for slumber to kick in before making his move.

Waking from your slumber, you turned to adjust yourself on the sofa and rolled into a firm chest with steel arms around your waist. Looking up, you noticed Rog was awake and staring off into space. “Dearest why am I in bed? I thought I was sleeping on the sofa?”

“I couldn’t allow you to. No matter how upset you were with me, I couldn’t bring myself to let you,” he whispered. He could see the anger behind those sweet eyes he fell in love with.

“Well…I’m still displeased.”

“I understand and I am sorry… But I’ll be out of the forges for the rest of the week. I would like to talk this out to not repeat it again.” His eyes held sorrow the longer he gazed at you.

“…You still could have allowed me to sleep on the sofa.”

“Not a chance; if anyone’s doing that, it should be me since it’s my fault.”

Softly smiling at his sincerity and nobility, you leaned forward and nuzzled into his chest, relishing in his warmth. “Why don’t we stay in bed a little longer and then decide who sleeps on the sofa?”

“Deal,” he laughed.

. ˚◞♡ *ೃ༄ Thingol — arguments with him also feel one-sided because, at certain times, he ignores your complaints, but you both engage in a level-headed match, it’s mostly him taking the lead with his anger. It wasn’t often the King was seen fuming.

Tired of having Thingol dictate your every decision, even after he made deals with you to give you free time, it always came back to bite you. You should know that as his lover, he wants to keep you safe from the harm and danger the world contains. If he doesn’t allow his people out of the borders, then you’re not departing either, even if you wanted to see the rest of the world.

“Thingol please, all I ask is to see the world. I can even take our Marchwarden with me!” you fumed. Still, your response wasn’t enough to convince the King. He was finding all sorts of ways to prove you wrong until he couldn’t.

“Beleg is needed in Doriath to train our troupes, I cannot simply allow him to run off with in into the wilderness meleth-nîn,” he reasoned, taking a step closer to you with his hands out.

Sighing at another attempt at denying your request, you hmphed and zig-zagged out of his grasp, making a beeline for the bed. The argument was going on since this morning and he had yet to let you have your way or provide a reasonable excuse. Not wanting to be in his presence for the rest of the night, you snatched your blanket and pillow off the bed and paraded out of the room.

Behind you the entire time, Thingol was following and asking you what you were doing while you continued to ignore him and look for a suitable place to nap. Passing all the spare rooms since they required a key, you wedged yourself through the library entrance and plopped onto the sofa beneath the eastern window. Frowning in disgust at the location of choice to rest your head, he tsked.

“If you are going to be upset with me and sleep elsewhere, might as well sleep somewhere decent and lavish.” He gave you no time to respond, scooping you from the sofa along with blanket and pillow, and filed back through the corridor of empty chambers.

“Thingol put me down!”

“Your wish, my command, but at least let me find you a decent sofa…ah!” Returning to his chamber, he walked over and placed you on his bed-like sofa, ignoring your protests. “There, better!”

“You’re not supposed to…this isn’t what you…Thingol, you’re supposed to be displeased that I’m choosing to sleep on the sofa,” you huffed, crossing your arms and glaring at his overly large frame.

Puzzled, Thingol cocked his head to the side. “I thought you wanted me to agree with your decisions?”

“Yes, er…I meant with Doriath, not with the…never mind. You’re so confusing at times. We’ll discuss this some other time,” you sighed with an amused grin on your face, inspecting the curious one on Thingol’s face.

“As you wish meleth.”

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