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animusrox · 2 days
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maryoliveoil · 2 days
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VIGGO MORTENSEN The Lord of the Rings behind the scenes
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autistook · 4 hours
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LORD OF THE RINGS/HOBBIT + text posts
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general-illyrin · 1 day
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The rest of the Fellowship, especially Frodo:
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sea-of-machines · 2 days
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wake up, new celeborn design dropped
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tolkien-povs · 2 days
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POV:
You're one of the two elves who are holding Middle-Earth by paper-clips: either, you rule over the most sophisticated and mischievous elves, or you rule over the most deranged, crazy elves.
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Like a god of old
For @cilil
At first, there is only darkness, like mist on a winter morning. Then there is a glow not unlike dawn piercing through clouds and Théoden blinks, surprised to be able to see. He takes a breath in, shocked not to hear his lungs rattle and feel his chest ache, before noticing he does not need to breathe anymore. He breathes in again anyway, relishing in the lack of pain. If this is death, Théoden thinks, it is a hundredfold better than his last years of life. Only then does he notice the presence beside him, just at the edge of his vision.
Careful, Théoden sits up, marvelling at how easy it is, and look at the being. He looks like an old man, in the dim light, yet his stature is strong and his face unlined by the years. Théoden peers at his face, half hidden in the shadows, and feels his breath hitch. “Father?” he asks quietly, for the man looks like Thengel as he was in his prime. Yet something is off.
The man smiles and his features shift just the slightest, and he bears now a face Théoden knows from countless carved statues and innumerable descriptions in songs. “In a way,” the likeness of Eorl the young says, voice deep as the woods. “I am you father as I am the father of your forefathers, of countless warriors and hunters from Ages past, Théoden Ednew son of Thengel.”
The man’s - no, the god’s - face shifts again, taking the appearance of a dark-haired Elf of noble bearing, and Théoden looks at him in awe. “Béma, my Lord,” he whispers in awe. “So I am well and truly dead, in the Halls of my Fathers…”
This last addition is mostly for him, more a whispered thought than anything else, but Béma still answers. “You are dead indeed, Théoden King, and your death was bold and glorious like few before you. But this is not the halls of your fathers, but the Halls of Mandos. This is but a step in jour journey. Come, walk with me.”
Stunned, Théoden grasps the god’s outstretched hand to help him stand. The motion is strangely fluid, the old ache in his hip gone as if his body is more thought than flesh. Of course he cannot feel pain, he muses, he is dead and his body must be a memory of sorts, an old image he clings to.
Béma leads Théoden through vast halls shrouded in mist, the place eerily silent for their feet do not make a sound on the ground. “I heard of your valour, son of Rohan,” Béma says almost conversationally. “I looked over you on the Tapestries and saw your fate. Be proud, for your end was not in vain and brought a new Age in its wake.”
“I was but an old man riding to his death in despair,” Théoden answers without thinking. He glances at the god walking beside him, and finds he is changed again. Gone is the noble Elflord, replaced by a tall and rugged hunter. Théoden thinks he sees shadows of antlers about his head. “I did my duty to my people after I let them suffer for too long.”
There is a silence before Béma speaks again. “You were despairing indeed, knew you were riding to your death, and yet you met it in your own terms. This demands no small amount of courage, Théoden King. I heard songs already comparing you to me, charging the enemy with fury and might…”
Théoden suddenly feels like a boy barely of age and ducks his head. “They mean no ill, Lord Béma,” he says almost bashfully. “And most certainly my deeds are made grander than they are.”
The god laughs, a deep, rumbling sounds that reminds Théoden of galloping hooves pounding the ground. “Old tales are made to be sung again and again, and I have no grudge against the bards likening you to me, son of Rohan. And I may even say that they are more flattering to me than you. For, you see, I am made for battle and blood, while you had to shape yourself for this role in pain and despair. And you turned this despair to rage, to strength to face your enemy head on in a way I will never be able to. Yes, you are strong, Théoden King, and worthy of all the songs that will be sung about you in the Age to come. But we reached the path you have to take now, I cannot go forward.”
Indeed, they stopped walking, and they are facing doors that look carved out of the very mist that bathe the place. Théoden runs his hand, calloused but smooth of any wrinkles, on the shifting shapes of the doors. He sees a child crying, a woman falling down a ravine, a king lying down to sleep, a woman with her babe in her arms closing her eyes. He breathes in, for the last time he knows, and look back at Béma.
“My Lord, I am honoured you took the time to lead me here,” he says with a bow of his head, so light without a crown resting on his brow.
“The honour was mine, son of Rohan. Go now, your time has come to take this road.”
Théoden closes his hand on the door handle, hesitate. Breathes out. Looks back at Béma once more.
“Your forefathers await you, Théoden King. They are proud of you,” the god says with a warm smile that remind Théoden of his mother’s smile.
Théoden nods at Béma, smiles back and open the doors.
Inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/curiouselleth/746143860815740928/the-ghost-of-jrr-tolkien-rising-from-the
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Celeborn : *trying to flirt* who's your daddy....
Galadriel : your father in law, Finarfin
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geekynerfherder · 2 days
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'The Lord Of The Rings' by PhaseRunner.
Officially licensed 24" x 36" giclee print, in a numbered limited edition of 150 for $50; and as a digital print on 4mm thick acrylic panel, in a limited edition of 25, with numbered COA and BNG hologram of authenticity, for $125.
On sale Wednesday March 27 at 12pm ET through Bottleneck Gallery.
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lifblogs · 1 day
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I love that Frodo technically failing the quest and succumbing to the Ring wasn't a plot twist completely out of left field. Of course for weeks we have seen him getting worse, we've seen him telling Sam he's doing worse, that taking the Ring from him would break his mind, and Sam has also witnessed this and had this very idea, especially from his short time carrying the Ring. So there is that, but when you think about it, the madness of the Ring has been with us and on our pages/screens for a while--in the form of Gollum! He is literally leading Frodo to Mordor, and he starts getting worse, and he tries to kill Frodo and Sam. And then he's following them through Mordor, constantly hunting them. His madness has been after him the entire time, even when Gollum was following them in Moria and afterwards, even when Frodo didn't yet feel so lost to the Ring. He's always been there. What better way to destroy the Ring than to have the physical representation of its madness fighting Frodo, who is now also lost to it? So Frodo's madness was always there, always following him, watching him. Gollum is not just a parallel to Frodo and what's happening/what could happen to him, but the thing he is fighting to begin with.
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Next time you're struggling with a task that seemed easy just imagine a clueless Pippin asking you:
"What are you going to do then?"
You won't be any more successful but at least it'll be more fun! Or you'll be as annoyed as Gandalf when he tried to open the Doors of Durin! One of those is more likely than the other...
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keenmoonus · 3 days
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"Find where the river runs. Where the sparrows learn their song."
the lord of the rings: the rings of power - season 01 (2022)
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DO YOU KNOW THIS CHARACTER?
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autistook · 4 hours
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mistbornthief · 6 months
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in fucking tears rn
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sea-of-machines · 2 days
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half assed drawing of Celeborn, inspired by that one artwork of him and Galadriel done by Ted Nasmith
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