#lord of the rings hcs

[elithilanor]

I’ve been wondering recently whether or not Elvish Wardens and other fighters are allowed to be present during the births of their children?

Like, if you’re going LACE compliant, then most elves who can birth children won’t become warriors unless necessary and even then, they’ll try to minimize the deaths they cause so they can physically create life.

So like obv you could be a warrior and a someone who births, but I wonder if at one point there was a rule or at least a cultural norm about not having warrior-class parents in the birthing chambers? My initial gut reaction would be to say yes (especially given fathers weren’t allowed in with their wives until I believe the 1950-60s in the UK in which Tolkien based his knowledge off of), but also both parents are expected to spiritually feed their elfling after their birth so maybe not? Or maybe the act of birth itself is considered so high-concern that the answer would still be no.

Anyone have any elvish birthing canons and customs? Curious about thoughts related to LACE and non-LACE!

#Tolkien elves #Tolkien meta #elves #elvish gender expression is different okay #elvish pregnancy and birth #lotr #lord of the rings hcs #lotr headcannons #silm #silmarilion #tolkien legendarium #Tolkien LACE #LACE compliance #non LACE compliant

[chicotfp]

#thranduil #lee pace #the hobbit #lotr #tolkien #lord of the rings #the elvenking #elves #in my hc he never sailed to Valinor #so this is the moment when he is saying goodbye to all of those who left and stayed in his forest with his people #if you have a different hc this can be the moment when he heart the call #edit/photomanipulation

[mrkida-art]

Sketches of Dís from March that I never uploaded (oops) .

#dís #yes I hc Dís is a lot taller than Thorin #but it's also because I hc that dwarrowdams are often some of the tallest dwarves around #lady dís #princess dís #prince dís #my art #the hobbit #tolkien #lotr #dwarves #the lord of the rings #durin's folk #dwarrowdam #longbeards #thorin oakenshield #the royal line of durin #there is so much stuff I have just sitting on my computer lmao #my sketches

[sharararararara]

Hello. Please write for more yandere/dark Thranduil.

DARK THRANDUIL HCS

-Say bye to your freedom, because you ain't getting it back honey.

-You have a lover? Too bad, Thranduil killed him.

-You hate him? Don't worry, he will fuck you until you say that you love him(and he knows if you mean it or not.)

-You're a mortal? Don't worry, he will find a way for you to be bound to him forever.

Did someone hurt you? The next morning they're dead.

-The guards looked at you? Looks like their eyes are gone, I wondered what happened?

-You escaped? He has already sent a thousand of his men looking for you(and don't think you can escape again, he will make sure you won't.)

-Buys dresses for you everyday.

-You like something? Looks like he bought it, lucky you.

-He will kiss you every chance he gets.

#thranduil #dark thranduil #yandere thanduil #yandere lotr #yandere the hobbit #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #yandere #fanfiction #hcs #headcannons #legolas #frodo #gimli #pippin

[undreaming-fanfiction]

When the Lord of the Rings movies come out, Eddie is very critical but also incredibly intrigued and the best of all - Steve actually likes them. They will watch movie marathons together, both saying that that Aragon reminds them of each other, Eddie adding so many details and Steve actually listens, asks for more details, for the connections between books and fun facts.

On their next anniversary, Eddie gives Steve a replica of Arwen's necklace. "You absolutely are Aragorn, love, don't let this fool you," he whispers as he clasps the silver chain on Steve's nape, "but you also kind of feel like my Arwen too. You're gorgeous, way out of my league - shush, I'm talking here - and you gave up so much, including your white picket fence plus kids thingy to be with me. That you don't even consider it a sacrifice is...it's everything to me, Steve. So while I can't promise you forever, I want to give you all of my remaining life. And then some, afterlife willing."

From that day, watching Lord of the Rings becomes their anniversary tradition. And no matter where he goes, Steve never takes the pendant off.

#steddie #steddie hc #steddie drabble #steddie blurb #steve harrington #eddie munson #lord of the rings #stranger things drabble #stranger things #just a small soft blurb because I can

[theorahsart]

Here's a little LotR themed comic I did a couple years ago.

I'm forever in love with Frodo's bravery, and Sam's devotion to be there beside him.

I majorly HC book-version-Sam as being autistic for many reasons, and wanted to explore the stubborn, devotional relentless love that can be seen in autistic-love through Frodo n Sam <3

#lord of the rings fan art #lotr comic #frodo and sam #actuallyautistic #autistic hc #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #comic #comic art #lotr fan art #frodoxsam #autism love #hobbits

[sesamenom]

Ringlord High King of Everything Elrond, inspired here

(@the-writing-goblin)

I imagine in this situation elrond would have been partially tempted by boromir's declaration, but instead of trying to fight sauron with it (because even in the weirdest crack au i can think of elrond is still too genre-aware to try that) he tried to use it to supercharge his use of vilya and protect everyone.

basically Ringlord!Elrond turned the entirety of Eriador into a mega-gondolin situation: massive walls (courtesy of numenorean/eregion tech) around the regions bordering the north or Mordor, fortresses along the mountain range and several layers of gates along every road in or out. Everybody goes in; nobody goes out; everyone is safe.

and he ended up claiming the kingship to give him more authority in the process - he's High King of the Noldor and Sindar and King of the Edain (given that there are like three half-vanyar in middle-earth, he's more or less king of all children of iluvatar) and so he can have command over the entirety of the West.

and with the help of the Ring, this actually works! but the corruption starts to show eventually

he uses his kinship to Gondor to forcefully drag them into his neo-gondolin-empire-creation so he can ensure none of his great-nephews will ever have to face sauron. he extends the walls to encompass Mirkwood, because he's the high king of the sindar and has a duty to protect thranduil's realm, and unleashes the full might of his melian-lite powers to purge Sauron's Shadow and the spawn of Ungoliant from the now-Greenwood.

Galadriel and Glorfindel very much see where this is going and are very very worried. galadriel won't let him build walls around lothlorien (because she lives next door to a balrog and knows exactly what happened to gondolin) but celeborn thinks it's a good idea, since after all Doriath wouldn't have fallen if Melian's girdle had still been up. glorfindel tries to talk him out of it but the ring has taken hold

the Ring's power also enhances all his natural weirdness and powers - he has his wings and maia markings permanently activated now, with or without finwean anger. he can fully shapeshift, and he goes from raising waves in the bruinen to raising tsunamis in the great sea.

except the finwean anger seems to be permanently activated now, too, and anyone who harms someone he's deemed under his protection finds themselves the target of a rather ironic vengeance quest. the shapeshifting is looking weird now - his teeth are always sharp now, and his eyes have gone fully inhuman. sometimes he has claws and his wings look more like bats than eagles. and his water powers are more like osse's- he can't calm the waters now (goldberry is the first to notice something's up) and can only stir them into massive ship-sinking storms and tsunamis.

this progresses until he's basically Evil Luthien ruling over a continent-wide Mega-Gondolin, slaughtering orc-hordes before they even reach the white walls and sinking any naval fleet Sauron tries to send around the coast. Everybody is brought in; nobody leaves; everyone is safe...?

he figures out that the dwarven legend of "Durin's Bane" has to be one of the few first age balrogs thats still unaccounted for. and well, it's living right on his border, and he can't risk another fall of gondolin, right? so he leads a small force in there to clear moria, and they shove the balrog off the edge, but it takes one of his captains (except glorfindel) with it (maybe erestor?) and he uses the ring and saves erestor, (and maybe floods the balrog for good measure), and glorfindel is sure he saw elrond's eyes go yellow for a moment.

and even fully corrupted, he knows he can't take the ring directly into mordor. but he can wipe out sauron's armies outside the walls, to protect his kingdom - because turgon's mistake was thinking he was safe even when there were balrogs and dragons and orcs outside, right?

somewhere along the way, arwen realizes what's happening and goes to live with galadriel. one of the twins goes with her; the other stays out of loyalty but eventually follows.

elrond's kingdom has become a cross between doriath and gondolin now, with all the surrounding lands warped by ring-magic to hide it, and layers of stone walls and iron gates preventing anyone from leaving. because everyone is here; nobody leaves; everyone is... safe?

#silm #silmarillion #lotr #elrond #lord of the rings #i hc goldberry is uinen and osses daughter #i feel like the ring works differently for everyone #hobbits are naturally sneaky and long-lived so hobbits get ring-invisibility and ring-immortality #while dwarves would be basically physically invincible and elves would get feanor-style super-fea #and peredhel get maiarin powers #honestly ringlord elrond is kind of terrifying #like ringlord galadriel or ringlord maglor would be pretty straightforward about conquering the world #like galadriels whole 'all shall love me and despair' #or maglor would be like 'yep conquering the world for the oath now hand over your land' #but elrond is more of the manipulative dark lord type #like the 'im doing this for you/i just want to protect you' villain #and hes already most of middle earths collective dad #they all trust him

[greenlaut]

on the way ! ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧

#todays art is brought to u by greenleaf is projecting bcs he wants to wear long skirts #clothes for me is just very gender neutral so i have no qualms abt putting men in skirts #tbh one time i wore a hoodie + skirt combo like aragorn. lemme tell u. its so cosy #also aragorns ring is the ring of barahir lmaoaoao #haldir is there bcs i miss him #i hc leggy to be left armed archer so thats why his glove is at the left hand #theyre otw to get pastries after class from a new deli that aragorn found #except my man forgot the way so now theyre kinda lost and looking at gmaps #gimli saw a tall blond wearing green while walking n immediately recognises leggy so he says hi #legolas is a gay mess so he panicked instead of saying hi back #my art #tolkien #lord of the rings #LOTR #LoTR modern AU #haldir #legolas #aragorn #lord of the rings modern au #gimli #gimli x legolas #legolas x gimli #haldir of lorien #legolas greenleaf #aragorn son of arathorn #tolkien books #jrr tolkien #gimli gloinson

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Wouldn’t it be hilariously though if:

Miriel and finwe: *reunite for the first time in centuries*

Also Miriel and finwe: *proceed to fight .03 seconds after meeting, and it currently looks like they’re trying to rip each other’s throat out*

Finwe’s kids: so….. they’re pissed at each other, ig? Please don’t kill anyone, adA-!

Sm1 who actually knew the couple before miriel died: oh my god, good to see they’re still fucking obsessed with each other i guess, get a room, Eru-

Indis: *jealousy meter off the charts*

#miriel and finwe are insane for each other #cuivienen elves: they’re so passionate #finwe’s kids: they’re literally trying to murder each other #hc that finwe might as well have died with miriel #and that’s why he’s such a apatheticelf/bad father #indis lowkey jealous bc she wanted mutual murder love with finwe but NO! #lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #lotr elves #finwe #miriel #silm incorrect quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect tolkien quotes #feanor

[nyxsinferno]

greenwood silvan/sindar hair and braids!

i know many people have different ideas about elves' relationship with hair, this is just my take.

i hc that you can distinguish the rank and more or less profession/inclination from their braids. higher ranks/classes have fewer braids, but they are more intricate. lower have more, but simpler. the reigning monarchs are the only ones who wear their hair without any braids, other than children under 100 years old- this is not a coincidence, for elves of the greenwood hold great love for children and admire their wildness. as for profession, artisans and craftsmen wear some variation of an english braid, strand numbers vary. warriors wear french braids, academics wear fishtail braids, and healers wear pull-through braids. the rest of the royal family wears the type closest to their talents. virtually no elves of the greenwood have short hair. long and lustrous hair in the golden age of the greenwood was a sign of the health, both mental and physical, of its people, and grew in the third age to be a symbol of defiance to the poison in their forest.

#tolkien #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #eryn galen #eryn lasgalen #mirkwood #oropher #thranduil oropherion #thranduil #legolas #legolas thranduilion #legolas greenleaf #tauriel #nyx's hcs

[asgardianhobbit98]

Four for Valentine: Week 4 "Sugar"

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Fili / female OC (Kalâtha)

Important Tags: Fluff, romance, start of a relationship, Dwarven Culture HC

Summary: Put on cooking duty by Thorin, Fili and Kalâtha have a heart to heart about why Fili has been acting so distracted lately. The reason? Dwarves only love once.

Words: 2163

Written for my "Four for Valentine" event 🩷

Tag list: @fizzyxcustard @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @knittastically @heilith @lathalea @way-too-addicted-to-fandoms @nowandthane

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Dwarves only loved once.

That thought kept distracting Fili during a quest that was sure to become historically known to his kin. And it was embarrassing.

Fili should be focusing on the quest at hand. He should be focusing on keeping his brother protected. And he should be focusing on showing Thorin how far he’d come; that his uncle could be proud to call him crown prince soon. Yet… here he was. Doing the opposite of focusing.

Such an important quest… and all he could think about was her.

Whether the others were aware of what was distracting Fili, he wasn’t sure of. Either way, his uncle had suddenly begun to task him and Kalâtha to do chores together when camping for the night, leaving Kili to work with Ori. Which was odd because his uncle never separated the two brothers. Especially considering the deal Thorin had made with Dis to make sure both her sons stayed close to keep an eye on each other.

So perhaps at least his uncle knew?

It had begun as a childhood crush. Which then stuck with him into his teenage years. He’d thought it would be nothing more but that. But… then in his young adult years Fili felt the crush only grow stronger and grasp onto his heart.  

Even when Kalâtha left the Blue Mountains to pursue a path of self discovery, Fili had not felt his feelings dissipate in the slightest. No matter the week long flings he’d had with others, Kalâtha was always the one on his mind in the late hours of the nights, even when not alone in his own bed.

And now…?

Now as they had picked her up from her new life among the humans in Bree (of all forsaken places) and found her just the same, just with a tad more confidence, Fili felt his feelings… blossom. As if he had just fallen down from the cliff he had been hanging from all this time, down into a vast ocean of warmth and uncertainty with the waves of both these feelings crashing into him painfully, anxiously, lovingly… lustfully.

And he was stuck. Because…

Dwarves only loved once.

Did Kalâtha feel the same? Did she look at him differently? Did she even view him this way?

If she didn’t…

“Fili?”

“Huh?” he blurted out a little louder than he should have.

“Are you even listening to me?” she asked, with little malice in her voice. Instead, she was smiling, close to laughing at him… He would be fine if she laughed at him. She could be cruel and vicious to him too if she wanted. It didn’t matter… He was far gone in his love for her and any attention was like a high to him. But she could never be cruel. She was too good for that. Luckily. Because he truly would have let himself be tossed around by her if she so desired.

“Fili?” 

She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. He’d gotten lost in her again.

Now, though, she looked worried. “What is up with you? You’ve been acting strange this entire journey. Are you ill?”

Fili shook his head, his braided moustache hitting the sides of his cheeks with the urgency of his gesture. “No, not ill.”

“Then what?”

The two of them were sitting crouched in front of the campfire, waiting for Bofur to get it started. Their task was to cook dinner. Which… Fili had to admit wasn’t his strongest side. Kalâtha ended up doing most of the work.

“What indeed,” Bofur teased with a little look to Fili.

Okay, so the entire company did know what was up with Fili.

Somehow that didn’t comfort Fili in the slightest. It only gave him more anxiety because how could he show his uncle he could lead a people some day when he dropped his daggers or tripped over nothing whenever Kalâtha glanced his way?

“Uh… Well, I’m not quite confident in my cooking abilities,” Fili lied.

Kalâtha giggled. That gorgeous divine giggle that she had. She flipped her beard braids to the side a bit in a cocky gesture at which Fili smirked: “Don’t worry, I know how to make an amazing stew.”

“Good,” Fili responded. “I’d expect nothing less from you.” That had meant to come out as praise because he truthfully thought everything she did was amazing, and perhaps it had because Kalâtha hadn’t originally reacted... But in his stupid state, Fili panicked: “Oh uh… Not because you’re a woman. I simply meant-“

“Fili,” Kalâtha interrupted with a laugh. “You’ve not changed a bit, have you?”

“No… I suppose I haven’t.”

He glared at Bofur as he snickered at the exchange. Great… Another moment where he’d made a fool of himself.

…

During the duration of their chore, Fili did mainly some chopping… and the rest was staring. At Kalâtha.

She was busy, determined to teach Fili the recipe of her stew. But she wasn’t aware of the fact that the only details Fili was taking in were the details of her face, her beard, her hair, her ears, her nose…

He was closer to her now than he was usually when he found himself able to freely watch her. So he saw all these new little details that he adored. Like how she wrinkled her nose a bit when opening the lid of the pot and steam touched her face. Or how her lips moved when she said his name. How sometimes she bit her lower lip when focusing on a task like stirring the stew. Or perhaps it was mild anxiety that made her do so as she was a perfectionist. She was most certainly worrying about this not tasting the way it should, even if that only meant there being a little bit too much or too little salt.

“Fili?”

He blinked out of the stare, quickly pretending that he had, indeed, been listening.

“More salt.”

Fili reached back, not wanting to stop watching her, and grabbed the bag he thought to be salt, handing it to her. Trusting him, she didn’t double check the contents of the bag and simply put the required amount of salt into the stew.

“There. And then, you let it simmer for a few minutes before tasting, so the spices have time to melt into the vegetables and meat.” Kalâtha turned her head to Fili, catching his eye. Or, rather, his stare.

A smile spread over her lips.

He smiled back.

“Did you listen to a single thing I just said?”

Fili eagerly nodded his head. “We have to let it simmer for a bit.”

“And before that?” she tasked him with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh… Basilica makes a good replacement for oregano?”

He hadn’t gotten it right. That was obvious. Because Kalâtha stared at him in disbelief for a moment before shaking her head. “Okay so… are we going to talk about it?”

“What?” Fili asked panicked.

“About what’s up with you? Come on, Fili. You’re my closest friend. At least, you were before I left. You can still talk to me.” She reached out, surprisingly hesitant for the confident woman that she was, and grasped his hand in hers. “Fili?”

“I.. uh…” he stuttered out, the nerve endings in his fingers exploding under her touch and sending shockwaves of literal alarm to his brain, shortcutting everything, it seemed. “Uh…”

And then she looked… sad. Grieved by his seeming hesitance to talk to her.

And all of a sudden any panic, any hesitance, disappeared in an instance because underneath all that fluster and the nerves was the core of his love for her, which burned brighter than any nervousness he might have: and that core was made up of his love language, which was protection.

From everything.

Even little moments of hurt feelings.

And this was one of those.

He squeezed her fingers tightly and stopped stuttering as he reassured her with a determined look: “You’re right. I have been acting strange. A fool, some might say. But that is not because I view you any different. Or… It is, but it is in no way a negative view.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

The bustle of the Dwarves around them doing their assigned chores meant a strange bubble of privacy was created. Only the two of them were listening to each other, others too busy. And it felt more intimate than any other private moment they’d shared before when it was just the two of them in one room.

It helped give Fili the boost of confidence he needed.

“I mean I think you’re… amazing. I have thought so since the first time your parents brought you over during that dinner… Dis and your mother were speaking the entire night, and you were so shy. I didn’t know how to approach you.”

“Kili ended up talking my ear off,” Kalâtha reminisced, smiling wonderfully at what Fili was saying. She seemed a little hesitant… no, nervous? But her confidence, her calmness, was infectious. Despite what Fili was about to admit to her, he felt secure and safe with her. As if no matter what her answer was, he was in good hands. “Then he brought you over and you talked my ear off.”

“That’s – Well, yes, I suppose I did.” She giggled. He smiled. “I didn’t know why I was so nervous approaching you then. Only years later did I realise you made me nervous. But not in a bad way. A good way.”

Kalâtha grew quiet now, watching Fili intently. Or was that… hopeful?

“And then those sort of…”

“Butterflies?” she clarified, as if knowing.

Now Fili grew hopeful too. “Yes…” he breathed out. “Yes, just like butterflies. They stayed. Throughout my entire youth. I thought maybe… it was just…”

“A crush. But then it didn’t go away,” Kalâtha finished for him. As he watched her, dumbfounded by her means to finish his thoughts, she smiled sweetly at him. “My dear, did you think you were the only one?”

“I did, actually.” Fili’s honest response made her the dumbfounded one. “I thought there was no way you could feel this way for me. Especially not since I’ve been acting a fool this entire journey.”

Kalâtha giggled. Then she chuckled and slowly her chuckles turned into a snorting laughter. “Oh,” she managed to get out, “is that why…?”

“Yes.” Fili blushed, his brows furrowing into a pleading look upon which Kalâtha calmed herself down and squeezed their still intertwined fingers to reassure him. “I never thought…”

“Dwarves only love once,” Kalâtha repeated the words Fili had been worrying about this entire time. “I was scared that I’d lost my chance at love to someone who could never even think about liking me back. So I never mentioned it.”

“I… That’s exactly why I never did!”

Then the two shared a bout of laughter together, inching closer to each other in a gesture that was… new but welcome.

But before any more words could be said, or before any other loving gestures could be made – Bofur appeared again.

“How’s food coming along?”

Letting go of each other’s hands, Fili watched as Kalâtha opened the lid of the pot once more and showed the food to Bofur.

He sniffed the aromas happily, either completely unaware of what he had just interrupted, or finding some amusement in interrupting it… Either way, he looked very pleased with himself.

And he also had an extra bag of coins at his side.

“Smells heavenly. A little sweet too, what’s in it?” Bofur asked.

“Sweet?” Kalâtha asked in confusion. “No, it shouldn’t be sweet.” She grabbed a spoon to fill it up with some of the sauce, tasting it…

She pulled a face of surprise, then slight disgust.

She looked around at the spices they’d used, frantically searching for the culprit of whatever had made her stew taste strange enough for her to pull a face Fili hadn’t seen before.

Then she slowly lifted the salt bag. Her eyes shifted to Fili. Bofur glanced between the two of them. “What’s wrong?”

Fili wondered the same thing, raising an eyebrow at Kalâtha.

“Fili… You gave me sugar, not salt.” She looked amused. After their conversation, it was obvious why he’d been distracted enough not to notice this mistake. At least he wasn’t getting reprimanded.

“Well, I’m glad it amuses some of ya. Bombur’s not gonna be quite so happy,” Bofur pointed out.

Kalâtha sighed. “It’s alright. I can fix it. Just tell everyone it’s gonna take a few extra minutes before we eat.”

Bofur left with this message, and somewhere from camp Kalâtha and Fili could hear a distinct ‘aww…’ from Bombur at the disappointment of having to wait longer.

But Kalâtha and Fili didn’t mind in the slightest. Now actually capable of focusing, Fili sat with his arm around her waist, offering her the right ingredients whilst relishing in the feeling of her leaning against him…

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#four for valentine #the hobbit #the hobbit oneshot #the hobbit fic #the hobbit fili #the hobbit fili x oc #the hobbit fili fic #fili x oc #lotr #lord of the rings #my writing #fili durin #fluff #the hobbit fluff #the hobbit fili fluff #tolkien #middle earth #my tolkien writing #dwarves #dwarves hc #the hobbit dwarves

[tarninausta]

@aspecardaweek day 2 ‖ aromantic

There was also a strange Elf clad in green and brown, LEGOLAS, a messenger from his father, THRANDUIL, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood.

[ID: A picspam consisting of 12 images, in turns blue-ish and green.

1: A deer walking in a misty forest / 2: Green clear gems / 3: Treetops seen from beneath creating a pattern against the blue sky / 4: Text reading "Legolas" on black background / 5: A black person with shimmering blue-green makeup around eye, cheekbone, and temple / 6: A path winding through green, grassy, hills / 7: A person in a green shirt standing with the back to the viewer, facing a garden / 8: Delicate blue-blossomed flowers growing from moss / 9: Text on black background reading "green leaf" / 10: An archer dressed in green / 11: Green waves / 12: A thick forest, with the trees covered in moss / End ID]

#aspecardaweek #tolkeinedit #lotredit #mepoc #userindomiel #usertilions #usersari #userlyndeth #usertoi #southfarthing #usersansa #userhaleths #the lord of the rings #legolas #lotr #🌟 edits #with id #i didn't manage to finish anything ahead (i know. makes me sad too) so i just decided to post this edit now #since i hc legolas as aromantic and i did not want to do nothing

[velvet4510]

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #the hobbit #lord of the rings #the hobbit book #the hobbit bilbo #bilbo baggins #tolkien legendarium #lotr theories #lotr poll #tolkien dwarves #halls of mandos #aule #the valar #thorin oakenshield #thorin and company #thorin’s company #lotr headcanons #my personal hc is he dwelt with the dwarves in the halls #until frodo and sam arrived in the halls of mandos #after which he said farewell to the dwarves #and accepted his fate as a mortal child of iluvatar #and he frodo sam merry and pippin all left arda together #bagginshield #i think bagginshield is inherently tragic #they could never have ended up together alive or dead #maybe their love wasn’t even destined it just happened

[mrkida-art]

Half dwarves

(Headcanon) Children born of couplings between men and dwarves are ostracized from dwarvish society and are forbidden from partaking in dwarvish culture. Their lives are usually not easy.

#this hc would still apply to any non dwarf + dwarf children #I hc that this is one aspect of dwarvish society that is quite terrible really #my headcanons #my art #dwarves #tolkien dwarves #lotr #the lord of the rings #half dwarves #the hobbit #tolkien #i also imagine that the characteristics of these children are basically a gamble #even with the same parents they may not have the same amount of dwarvish characteristics nor the same lifespan #half dwarf siblings could be born around the same time and age differently #One could have a more human lifespan and the other a more dwarvish one #I have many thoughts about this #I may make a longer hc post about it someday haha

[sotwk]

SotWK Flash Headcanon:

Boromir was born small and frail, and remained a sickly child until he was five years old. He only began to thrive and grow strong after his brother Faramir arrived.

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VIP Sons of Gondor Lovers: @scyllas-revenge @sparetooth @ass-deep-in-demons @marsharmonicorchestra; @heilith @minaturefics @firelightinferno

#sotwk headcanon #sotwk flash HC #tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #boromir #boromir headcanon #faramir #gondor #middle earth

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Brb about to cry myself to sleep about Haldir dying in the films and the emotional damage that had to have caused Celeborn in particular.

I can only imagine Celeborn and Haldir being friends and becoming close for centuries upon centuries, and perhaps even Celeborn himself (not Galadriel, but him alone) specifically choosing Haldir to be Marchwarden.

Because he would trust no other more with such a title and task.

And then off Haldir goes with a final goodbye, off to Helm's Deep to fight alongside the race of Men.

And Celeborn waits. And waits. And until all the bodies of elves from the battle get brought back home to Lothlórien, he worries.

And he sees Haldir's bow. Then his quiver, then his sword, and then- his body.

And all he does for weeks is cry. He ponders leaving his own kingdom for Valinor- but what use is it, when his people need him?

Even so, until time comes where he finally leaves Middle Earth- he is miserable and dimmed and lonely, even with Lady Galadriel by his side.

He is only made happy again when he crosses to Valinor, and there are countless familiar faces waiting, banners risen high in honour of his arrival.

And out from behind one steps Haldir, face softened and chin held high, before he dips it to his Lord, like he always had.

Celeborn has never found himself moving faster, and he hugs his beloved Marchwarden so closely Haldir can feel just how much he trembles.

#celeborn #lord celeborn #haldir #lotr #lord of the rings #technically hcs i guess but #i can just see celeborn hurting when losing haldir #and it isn't that life isn't worth it without him #but it's not exactly as warm as it was before #galadriel can see that she misses him. she encourages him finally to leave. her word is all it takes for him to be gone within days #she is happy for him- and she will see him soon enough #and greet their marchwarden when she makes her way there too I'm sure #helm's deep #am i projecting my own deep love of haldir onto celeborn bc i cry every time i watch the films? maybe. #did i watch the films at all recently? not not yet been busy #am i still sobbing rn? yeah.