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I’m idly reading Tolkien’s letters to Milton regarding The Silmarillion, and I’ve just hit his explanation of Mairon…
So, Tolkien basically says that Mairon starts off “fair” with his motives following Melkor’s defeat. Middle-earth has been “neglected” by the gods — left to ruin. Mairon wishes to “reorganise” and “rehabilitate” it.
It’s the Second Age, and Men are now seriously starting to outnumber Elves.
Mairon, as stated by Tolkien, explicitly hates both Elves and the gods, however, nothing is said about him hating us as a race.
Do I need to read further in his letters, or was Mairon totally working towards restoring Middle-earth as a paradise where he oversees humans as the leading race??
Dudes, I think if we turned a cold shoulder to the Elves, we as a race would’ve been flourishing in Middle-earth under Mairon’s no-doubt tyrannical, but favoured rule, as in we’re his favourite race — the golden child he wants to see enjoying the land, against the scapegoated Elves.
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grumpyelve · 10 hours ago
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[Tolkien Fanart]
A sketch of Gil-galad this time, I am so weak for this elf. He is probably my fav.
I hope you like my extra shiny take on him :D
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Imagine trying to have “boy talk” with one of your friends about Legolas on the Fellowship journey. You literally wouldn’t be able to. You’d both be watching him pose on a rock from afar, trying to whisper about his legs to each other, but he has the ears of a bat so it’d just end up like this
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lotrfashion · 18 hours ago
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Dress for a Cuivienen elf - Christian Siriano
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maironsmaid · 19 hours ago
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Hello my brain is going brrrr
So have a hc about old noldor in Rivendell.
Like they were part of the original host of Feanor old
And While they were all war weary after years of raging war and trying to fulfil oaths
They still couldn't help but smile when they saw some mannerisms they knew very good in Elrond.
The rubbing the center of the forehead with your index finger when annoyed/ done/ overwhelmed by stupidity or the wonderous minds of children?
Some of the oldest among the residents know that this is a habit of generations. Passed from Mathan to Nerdanel to Feanor and to their oldest son, who took to it after the first two of his younger brothers reached their teenage years. And finally they see this gesture when the Lords twins grin at him, covered in flour with a jam smeared Arwen between them. All of them babbling exited and blaming each other
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thranduils-hairtie · a day ago
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Imagine being an elve in mirkwood. Youre in the royal guard and fought side by side with legolas and thranduil at the fight of erebor. Legolas and you were a couple, but you decided to help the dwarfes in their miserable situation, and thranduil banned you for that crime. So you break up with legolas and go.
60 years later at the adventure of the rings. He meets you in Lothorien again and old feelings come up.
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You know how it was a really popular filmmaking trend back in the early 2000s to have your characters dancing to a popular song during the end credits?
Yeah well now I wish Peter Jackson had the entire Fellowship dancing to YMCA during Return of the King’s end credits, simply because that’d be iconic and make the post-trilogy pain go away ☀️
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At Legolas’ “coming of age” coronation:
Thranduil, sitting with Legolas in the carriage riding through the kingdom: part of being a Royal is displaying elegance, as in upholding the thousands of years of dignity our—
Legolas, leaning out the carriage window:
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the-dwelf-ao3 · a day ago
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"After a good deal of creeping and crawling they peered round the trunks and looked into a clearing where some trees had been felled and the ground leveled. There were many people there, elvish-looking folk, all dressed in green and brown and sitting on sawn rings of the felled trees in a great circle. There was a fire in their midst and there were torches fastened to some of the trees round about. [...]
Not 100% identical to the book description but- close enough 😂
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geminiqueen118 · a day ago
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Arwen Undomiel artwork
beautiful art not mine!!
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maglor-has-no-harp · a day ago
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Just a separate post for the Maglor and his kazoo thing :D
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lxst-in-outer-space · a day ago
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He’s Gone | Thranduil
chapter five : feelings
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❛ pairing | thranduil x oc
❛ story type | multi
❛ description | thranduil and alvena grow closer only to pull away once more, but after year away from her son and her king, the elven princess can’t deny her feelings any longer and neither can he.
❛ warnings | none
The feelings that came from growing so close were odd. For Thranduil, it felt like a breath of fresh air when Alvena entered the room, her bright, blue eyes always twinkling when they landed on him - her beauty amazed him. Her silver-blonde hair was always kept loose and brushing her upper thighs, a simple tiara made of silver rested on her head as a reminder of her station, and her pale features always seemed lively even when she was heartbroken.
More than her beauty was her caring attitude and wise council. Whenever a wanderer came in search of shelter, Alvena fought to have the traveler given hospitality if only for a short time. One occasion she even openly fought with the king’s advisors, leaving Thranduil in awe of her courage. She also liked to send supplies to cities in need outside of Mirkwood, taking delight in making preparations. Some started to call her the Queen of Mirkwood, even if it was never to her face, but Thranduil heard and had no qualms about it.
She always had helpful things to say as well. When dealing with Bard of Laketown - the newfound leader of his people - or the Dwarves under the mountain, her words always brought him comfort and reassurance in his decisions or gave useful criticism that never seemed chastising.
But Thranduil was afraid.
He had not felt this way since his wife was alive and in some way, he felt as though he was betraying her for loving another - for even feeling for another something that was far from innocent and platonic. Even worse than that it was his son’s wife, the mother of his son’s child, his grandchild. He couldn’t help it.
Every brush of the hand, every gentle smile, every sweet word - it brought him even closer to the inevitable.
He was in love and he didn’t know how it was possible. That was why he had gone to Alvena’s mother, Galadriel, for advice. She only told him that the Valar worked in mysterious ways, but if he loved Alvena - truly - and she loved him, then they could not ignore it, no matter what the circumstances.
For Alvena, it was different. She had always been fond of the king, but while married to Legolas, it had always been a platonic love, more of an admiration. Her romantic feelings had always been for Legolas, to whom she was faithful to until the moment he decided he could leave her. She had never even glanced at another elf in her time married to him or even before.
When she was left by her husband, however, with his child growing in her womb, there was only Thranduil to provide her with the comfort she needed and so longed for. He was the one who held her hair back when she wretched up her food, he was the one who had dresses tailored to fit her changing body, and he was the one who held her hand when the birthing pains overtook her.
At first she had believed her feelings were because of that love he had shown her, because he was there when no one else was, but as time went on and her heart healed, she realized that it was not. It went far deeper than simple feelings for the man who had saved her from herself.
For a time, the pair separated themselves from each other, avoiding spending extra time together like they used to. They were only in each other’s presence when advisors, other elves, or Earendil was around.
Alvena even departed the Woodland Realm for a year to visit her parents, dear friends in Lothlórien, and her niece and nephews in Rivendell. When she returned, things were different.
Having spent a year away from her son, he was excited to see her, waiting at the entrance of the kingdom, holding Thranduil’s hand. She had arrived when she expected to, the sound of “Amil!” filling the air as the heavy wooden doors open.
“My son!” Alvena had called, kneeling down and opening her arms. In the five years since his birth, Earendil had grown into a wonderful elfling, “Come here!”
As soon as the child was in her arms, she was standing up and twirling him around, pressing kisses to his silver hair. When she finally stopped spinning, she continued to hold him in her arms, “I have missed you, my sweet.”
“I have missed you, Amil!” Earendil cried, wrapping his small arms around her neck, “Can I come with you next time?”
“Of course you can, my son,” Alvena smiled, pressing a kiss to his plump cheek, “Did you behave for your grandfather?”
“I did,” Earendil said proudly.
Alvena kept her smile but raised an eyebrow. Her eyes went to Thranduil for the first time and the twinkle he adored so much appeared in her eyes. She watched as he walked over to her, bowing his head as a greeting. She curtsied slightly before taking his hand in her own, “It is good to see you again, Thranduil.”
“And you,” he replied softly, “Now you must be tired. I will have someone bring your things back to your room. I will visit later.”
Her heart fluttered slightly as she nodded her head, allowing herself to be led back to her room. For a long while she talked and played with her son before allowing one of his caretakers to lead him back to his room for bed.
A sigh left her lips as she slipped into the warm bath her maids had prepared for her. It was exactly what she needed after traveling. As her companions left her to her own devices, she did not notice the door creaking open until a bang startled her. Her eyes flew open to find the elvenking standing at her doorway, face neutral but lips slightly parted from the surprise, “Forgive me, Vena. I will come back later.”
“No,” Alvena protested before she could register what she had said.
A moment passed.
She breathed.
She stood up.
“Stay.”
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❛ author’s note | if you’re having trouble finding it, here is the full story: he’s gone
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inkversed · a day ago
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everyone from the lord of the rings is bisexual and in love with one another and because of this bisexual power no one dies! no, i do not accept constructive criticism because i'm right :)
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lotrfashion · a day ago
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Dress for Celebrian - Rodarte
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hippocampuslikethreat · 2 days ago
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Can someone please write a book about elven puberty? An elf who just wants to slam doors, but instead the gracefully closes them, when they want to storm somewhere or stomp up the stairs, they barely touch the floor with their light feet. A group that cannot get drunk in one night because they cannot possibly drink enough for it to affect them. Elves that cannot swear because there just aren't any swearwords in their ancient beautiful language.
Please someone write this.
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softgrungeprophet · 2 days ago
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been watching the waypoint coverage of e3 (yes i did need more waypoint in my waypoint thank you universe for this) and overall it’s been fun but oh
my god
something just awakened in me i did NOT think i would be excited to see an announcement of an Avatar (james cameron) game, to be fair i did not think there would be a game based on a movie that came out when i was 16, i rarely think about that franchise despite seeing that movie twice in theaters as a teenager, i don’t remember anything about it other than that the environment was fucking rad and that willow smith has that song with na’vi lyrics, also i just realized typing this out that that movie was probably hugely influential on the things i make just look at qela this is a revelation i didn’t expect to have omg....... this whole time.... it’s just been avatar.................
i would be lying if i said i don’t wanna play a fucking 8 foot tall blue catgirl i’m ready to fucking go large popcorn shit damn i still think it’s weird that the elves don’t have 4 arms considering everything else is hexapodal but i guess loss of extra limbs isn’t that unfeasible ANYWAY
like god i know it’s probably not gonna be good considering most movie games are not that good but some kind of blue elf-loving beast just possessed me, shit
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lotrfashion · 2 days ago
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Dress for an elf - Pyer Moss
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