Do you think Thranduil uses spider silk to make his shiny, spectacular robes? And maybe they have some special magic quality bc it’s giant Mirkwood spiders silk.
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“Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins: Bravest Little Hobbit of Them All”
I was recently commissioned to draw the scene of Bilbo in Mirkwood. I took inspiration from the Rankin Bass Hobbit film for the spider designs and the Hobbit 2003 video game for Bilbo. This was such a challenge but so fun
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Headcanon: Legolas befriends or at least greatly respects all living creatures, from the tiniest ant to the largest oliphaunt. He hunts because he needs to and wounds sometimes when he has to, but never out of malice.
Except for spiders.
After fighting off giant spiders for as long as he's been able to defend himself with a bow, he is hyper vigilant and ready to throw down whenever he gets even the hint of a spider.
The catch being that, having lived his life in Mirkwood, he's never seen a spider smaller than a hobbit.
So the first time someone is startled by a spider on their trek, everyone is more startled when Legolas swoops in, arrow nocked and ready to slay a spider. He, for his part, is gobsmacked that it's so tiny.
This repeats a couple of times because while he's not exactly trigger-happy, centuries of battling very large, very angry spiders is pretty much ingrained in his muscle memory.
Suffice to say, he is the Most Impressed when he finds out after the War that Sam faced down Shelob, and is determined to drag him home for a feast in his honor.
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re: this post and @mirkwood-hr-department's tags:
#okay now ive decided that mirkwood has a tradition of spidersilk gowns #from spiders that the betrothed company hunted themselves #the more ornate the gowns the bigger the party because you made the forest that much safer #or you can split the work so one person does the spider killing and the other shows off their spinning and weaving skills
OH HELL YES. I love this so much.
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Tl;dr: Tauriel as a descendant of Feanor
The Feanorian troops are routed from Sirion. Finally.
Elwing is gone. Earendil is gone. The little princes are taken, and even if they are not dead, they’re lost. Oropher coordinates clean-ups of the dead bodies. So many unmarked graves.
One of the dead is identified as the wife of Amras, the youngest Feanorian. She lies dead in a ditch, her neck crushed by a horse’s hoof, her dress torn and dirty...
... and a tiny screaming bundle still clutched in her rigor mortised arms.
Oropher takes the infant, frigid, filthy and starving but otherwise unhurt. Against all odds, he finds a wet-nurse for the babe, cleans and warms him, and eventually gets him adopted by a friend of his. The friend names him Athaedil,
Athaedil grows up into a fine young man. Tall and slim, with fiery red hair, freckles and a noble, extroverted disposition. He is never told about his real parents, and is raised Sindar. When he does eventually discover he’s adopted, he is told that his parentage is unknown--that his parents died nameless. Eventually, he moves with Oropher to the Greenwood and remains a friend of the family, Thranduil’s friend especially.
The Last Alliance happens. Oropher dies. Thranduil takes over as King.
Athaedil marries a nice girl, a daughter of a powerful Silvan lord. He gives her the epesse of Fainladh, the White Tree, as she is tall and slim with thick, pure white hair. A few years later, she falls pregnant. Eventually, they have a little girl of their own.
Her name is Tauriel.
When Tauriel is still young, Athaedil and Fainladh are ambushed during a routine patrol. Thranduil hears the commotion and arrives, driving off the giant spiders, but he’s too late. Athaedil is critically injured.
Thranduil orders the healers to focus on him, but Athaedil says it’s too late, and to focus on Fainladh, who is less injured and could still be saved. The healers group onto Fainladh and leave Athaedil with Thranduil.
Thranduil takes Athaedil in his arms, cradling him gently as he struggles for breath. Athaedil manages to creak out a “Take care of Tauriel” before he draws his final breath.
Thranduil closes Athaedil’s eyes and they bury him snug in the roots of a large tree. Fainladh passes soon after from her own wounds, and she is laid by his side.
Thranduil raises Tauriel as his own charge. He tells her she is Silvan, like her mother was. Tells her her father was the son of an old friend, adopted and of unknown heritage. He raises her in what he thinks is the “proper” way--Sindar for official business, Silvan for socializing with commoners and having fun at parties. If you asked Tauriel herself, she’d probably call herself Silvan.
Thranduil’s worst fear is that Tauriel might someday find out who her real grandfather was. The Feanorians hang over Thranduil, specters of childhood fears, and he really, really wants to discourage any connections between his hot-headed, reckless charge and her kinslaying ancestors.
Anyway, that’s why I think Tauriel is Like That. It’s in her blood. Her impulsivity, her hot-headedness, her willingness to solve problems with violence. Her red hair, when that’s such a rare trait. She’s Feanor’s great-granddaughter!
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This has nothing to do with anything but I do occasionally think about how CS Lewis's world is so focused on the East we have a tonne of lore and maps between Narnia and the east end of the world and then to the West its just.... Forest and mountain I guess????
BUT then Tolkeins world everything faces West. From Erebor West to the end of the world is mapped and we know language groups and lore... and then the East is just.... Desert and forest I guess??
I wonder if they ever had discussions about their worlds being connected in their writing group.
Personally I think the Blue Wizards wound up in the Ettinmoors and got eaten by those fucking giants from The Silver Chair.
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Imagine being a spider hunter in Mirkwood, not the most famous or skillful one, but loved and respected, anyway. One night other hunters discover you cornered by a pack of spiders and severely wounded with a Morgul arrow.
Author: @dawn-petrichor-world
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