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skylessnights · 2 years
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“Come then. I have you.”
Elendil escorting Miriel across the deck of the ship 
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alexiethymia · 1 year
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I love “I heard your voice too”, but I also love the translation, “Thank you Meryl. It reached me. Your voice”.
It cements the parallel between them as foolhardy, reckless idiots who never give up, as well as makes a neat little call back to the first episode where Meryl ropes him in. Meryl’s voice reached him in time to save him, and Vash’s wire reached her in time to save her from Knives.
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aadmelioraa · 2 years
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galadriel and halbrand arriving in númenor
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penelopeloveshere · 1 year
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So... What do you think, who made Galadriel's armor?
I dont think númenorians had too much armor for She elfs. And Galadriel's armor is total different than Queen Mirìel's.
Who worked on it day and night?
Who decorated for the Lady of Light?
Who send the armor for her bedroom secretly and maybe anonymusly?
Who hit what the perfect size to her for first?
And who watched contentedly when Galadriel gets on the ship?
Uhm, yes.
The Dark Lord himself. Sauron. Halbrand. Just a simple guy, fells head over heels for that damn elf.
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Harfoot women and the flowers they’re named after.
Malva Meadowgrass - Althaea Officinalis
Marigold Brandyfoot - Calendula Officinalis
Poppy Proudfellow - Papaver Rhoeas
The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power season 1.
Screencaps by me. Flower images from open sources.
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geroya · 1 year
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forgot about zoe's sword. forgot it is compelled to do as she wills it.
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marsconer · 1 year
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all criticism of rings of power is valid and the show is actually very meh. but i already know i’ll always have a fondness towards it. ever since i was young i was enchanted by tolkien’s world and yet even at eight i had this nagging feeling it was rejecting me. i came to realize it was simply the overwhelming maleness of it. maybe it sounds a bit too ‘political correct-isms’ in this year of our lord 2022 but galadriel as a main character made me feel so welcomed and she’s rash and stubborn and she’s ancient and wise in the original movies but this is a woman ( she-elf ) who spent the last ages hunting a evil those around her stopped believing is still there. i get her. she’s feminine ( yes, even in armor. a sword doesn’t make you less of a woman. ) and she’s heroic and she’s a heroine and she’s being tempted and she’s so personal to me that i don’t care how offensive to tolkien himself it is.
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nerdishpursuits · 2 years
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Rings of Power is unbearably pretty 🥹🥹🥹🥹 Galadriel, Arondir, Nori, Durin and Disa and Elrond. All the feels, alright? ALL THE FEELS 👀😍🥹❤️‍🔥
Honestly. I hadn’t realized how starved I was for this aesthetic until I saw it. It feels whimsical and mythical and an homage to beauty. It has a dreamy, fairytale like quality. I’m so sick of the gratuitous gore a la GoT. This feels like a breath of fresh air, for now. Has its flaws, sure, but so far I’m glad to back in Middle Earth.
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child-of-hurin · 2 years
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more rop epi 7
my opinion:
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bronzebtch · 1 year
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headcanon: address of lordship — rhea’s official title is “ruling lady of runestone”, the highest in the hierarchy among the small runestone council of order, and is relatively understood to be the second most influential after house arryn in the vale. any address of her position is referred to as “lordship” however, as is the custom ( to compare: it’s not ‘ladyship’ because she gives her services as a lord, like all the others before her, and at present ), though she responds strictly to milady and lady royce.
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brynnmclean · 1 year
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fell in love with the fire long ago - aka, I’m having a Mairon-shaped meltdown, clearly [all other posts under this tag]
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Melkor, after he is released from the Halls and Manwë allows him to go where he will in Aman, visits the Forge. Mairon—he does not run away so much as he just… immediately removes himself from the area.
It's for the best. All his projects would have gone awry if he had stayed. He cannot stop his hands from shaking.
Melkor had smiled at him and longing had twisted in his gut, strong enough to make him want to retch.
He had been making jewelry for the Arafinwëan boy, Findaráto. Ever since he had learned that Mairon was a jewelsmith as well as bladesmith, Findaráto had commissioned him specifically for work. The latest was a tiara of some sort for his sister, Artanis.
Mairon has not met Artanis yet, but of course the rumor of her had reached him—the story of her refusing Fëanáro a strand of her hair for a project had circulated amongst all of the smiths. Fin had confirmed the truth of it to Mairon himself, quietly grinning while Mairon made careful detail work on a brooch.
"You'd like her," Fin said, flipping through some architectural design sketches of his own. "She has a spirit that would match any fire you've seen."
The boast made Mairon laugh—but Noldorin pride is always a sight to behold. He enjoys witnessing their fierceness, their ambition, their creativity. The Valinorian born Eldar in particular have a light in them that fascinates Mairon. They have been born into a world untouched by Shadow. There has been no darkness in their lives for them to know fear.
Mairon hears Melkor's laughter echoing in his ears and knows the chill of it down his spine all too well. He has not spoken out against the Valar's decision to release the Enemy and to trust in his repentance, but…
Mairon finds his feet moving down the road to the Sea. Ossë is not at the shore—Mairon vaguely remembers now some word of him stirring up a hurricane in Beleriand—but the sound of the waves strikes Mairon true and his hands are still shaking, burning really, so he shifts from his usual form to something else—he does not let his thoughts rest too long, only wanting an animal's lack of complicated thought as he dives into the waves. He glides, serpentine, through the surf until he tires of it and beaches himself on a sandbar.
He breathes in cool air and tastes salt on his tongue. His teeth remain razor sharp and they ache.
Quietly, he realizes that he is angry. It glows like an ember in his stomach, stubbornly clinging to heat despite water to quench it.
He hears laughter from the shore, but it comes from light, elvish voices instead of the one he dreads. Someone calls out to him as he shifts and rises back up into his usual form.
The swim back from the sandbar is slower than before, but Findaráto has saved his boots from seawater and Mairon finds his rage replaced by gratitude. He is very glad to not be alone.
"Mairon," Findaráto says, clasping Mairon's arm, all cheer and friendliness. When he steps back, he gestures toward his companion. "Meet my sister, Artanis. She came to take me back to Alqualondë, but I thought I'd introduce you first."
Mairon—stares. The elleth at Fin's side is, frankly, the most beautiful he has ever seen. His eyes roam over her face, her hair—the rumors are true about her hair, silver and gold mingling in perfect harmony, like the dawn of the Trees caught—heat rises in him again when he realizes that he's been silent a beat too long. A flush sears across his cheeks and he hopes neither elf notices.
He forgets the proper gesture to make to her so he holds out his arm the way Fin had to him. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Artanis." His voice comes out smoother than he expected—and better yet, after a brief flash of surprise, Artanis looks pleased as she clasps his arm, returning his gesture of camaraderie. "Your brother has told me much about you."
Artanis slides a wry look at Findaráto. "Clearly he forgot to mention my coming and to extend an invitation to you. Our mother has been wondering who Fin's talented jeweler friend is and—"
"—would like to at least have you over for dinner," Findaráto finishes, laughing. "Which will turn into you staying with us for at least a few days, if you are amenable and if we can tear you away from the Forge for longer than a minute."
Mairon looks at Artanis and thinks of golden leaves and nets of pearls—the project, the draft sketches in his office—but her eyes meet his. Blue as a cloudless sky. He takes a step back, telling himself it wasn't a stumble.
He thinks of refusing—the routine, the order, the work of the Forge, how necessary it is to him, how can he step away from it now—but he looks at Fin and his stunning sister and finds joy flashing in his heart like a sudden flame. "Let me pack a few things and I'll come with you."
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blujayonthewing · 1 year
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there are two wolves inside of me, one wants to do fun cute little mistletoe doodles and the other one wants to draw canon!merfolk melliwyk getting harpooned by a merrow
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dysaniadisorder · 2 years
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OOKAY REWATCHING THE FIGHT SCENE IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE;;;;
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cronagorgonzola · 25 days
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Fuck i love songs where the meaning of the chorus changes each time it's sung
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sonseulsoleil · 2 months
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Sally hears about Annabeth long before meeting her—everything from casual “Annabeth emailed me!” to long disjointed explanations of their quest to Hades, how she saved his life, how amazing and smart she is. It’s obvious how much Percy cares about his new friend from how he talks about her. When he prints out the photo Annabeth emailed him and sticks it on his binder, Sally smiles knowingly to herself. Percy's never had a crush before.
When she finally meets Annabeth, the girl in front of her doesn’t match the descriptions Percy gave at all. The Annabeth from his stories is fearless and unstoppable, the smartest person in the room and she knows it. The Annabeth that Sally first meets is quiet and reserved and almost overly polite. She expected Percy was a bit biased, but not this biased.
Later, she needles it out of Percy: how Annabeth’s father and step-mother treated her like a burden, how she ran away when she was 7. Sally decides right then and there that Annabeth is going to be hers. She tells stories of her own brash youth, she extends all the care in the world to this girl. She does everything in her power to hammer into Annabeth's head that she has a home with the Jacksons, that she will always be not just welcome, but wanted here.
Slowly but surely, Annabeth starts to believe it. Of course, Annabeth has always thought Sally was a good mom, has always envied Percy’s relationship with her. But it takes her awhile to realize that Sally’s unconditional love could ever extend to her—she’s never had a parent or parent figure like that before.
But they really bond when Percy goes missing.
Annabeth goes to Sally's apartment to tell her, clearly expecting Sally to get angry, to blame her. Instead, Sally wraps her up in a tight hug, and they cry together, and Sally invites her back again and again the entire time Percy is gone for tea and cookies and comfort. They talk for hours at a time, about Percy, about the search, of course, but also about Annabeth's schoolwork and her parents, about Paul, and Sally's writing career. In truth, Sally needs the comfort and support just as much as Annabeth, if not more. They get through those eight months together.
And one day, years in the future, Annabeth and Percy come over for dinner, all sly smiles and conspiratorial glances, clearly holding back news, until after dinner, when Annabeth beams and shows off the shiny new ring on her left hand.
"Sally--" Annabeth starts to say. Sally cuts her off with a shake of her head, eyes full of happy tears.
"Call me Mom."
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suguru-getos · 8 months
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࿐ husband neuvillette headcanons (f!reader) ࿐
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neuvillette, the most respected man in the nation of hydro, more than their archon focalors. he commands respect wherever he goes, his aura still polite, ever so approachable. however, the power of his position cowers people. they are often rendered scared to approach him, some of them literally profusely sweating around his nimble aura.
you, were his wife now, his significant other. someone he cherished more than life itself & someone who made you feel safe, heard, protected. it was said that he was the most sought out bachelor in fontaine before he left his heart for you one day. “break it or keep it. it isn’t mine anymore.” is what he said, when he proposed you. oh the words ring into your ear like the finest melodies till date.
the steambird/ the media was eager to cover everything about the wedding; but to their surprise— neuvillette took you outside fontaine. the city of freedom — monstadt is where you two tied the knot in the presence of a certain, melodious and a high alcohol simp bard.
truth be told, once you were married. there were people who forced false allegations on you. how you manipulated the chief justice into falling in love with you. how you are fake and you act in accordance to his liking to be loved by him. some people even tried to forge false cases against you. all of which— deeply entertained furina. thankfully, neuvillette was never someone to pay attention to any of these things. at one time, he himself fought for you in a false trial. you couldn’t be more thankful.
rains— the legend of hydro dragon weeping causing the rains was famous throughout the country of fontaine. one day, when neuvillette came home a little early, looking distressed, you noticed a harsh, unforgiving thunderstorm drenching the country. you walked towards the terrace, looking up and gently, soothingly whispering. “oh- hydro dragon. please don’t cry.” the rain… lessened. it was as if the intensity had been lessened.
it wasn’t more time until neuvillette confessed to you about him being a hydro dragon. ever since then, whenever there had been rains in fontaine, you make sure to find your beloved husband and hug him tightly, kiss his forehead and tell him everything will be alright. it breaks you apart seeing him like this after all.
sometimes when he comes back home, he always brings your favorite flowers, maybe your favorite desserts, along with a beaming smile only you have seen. people who are aquainted to you often ask if neuvillette being the chief justice and being the most powerful man in fontaine makes your married life difficult. truth is.. it could never. they just haven’t had any access to the good that your beloved dragon holds.
things do get riff-raffy when furina acts a little too childish around him. he pays no attention to her self-centered, self-absorbed behavior but it pinches you how she bothers him for every little thing. once, there was a celebratory banquet held for the same and your displeased face told neuvillette in that very instant — how you’d like the archon to ‘behave’ around your husband. he has been extra careful ever since. <3
your husband might look stern, but he is a soft man. you have witnessed this first hand with how respectfully and tenderly he treats you. on the bad days of your period, the chief justice is nothing but a doting husband for his wifey. you can always be snuggled up to him and cry, or just spend time.
he is a HUGE cuddle bug. would love to destress off work by wrapping his big arms around you and peppering your face with tender kisses. he smells amazing too! always making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
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