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//Reposting in case people missed it.
As much as I love this blog I’ve decided I just don’t have the spoons to check it super regularly. I miss this muse and the people I was rping with, but tumblr is just too many. If you want to rp with me you can add me on discord at star_child#2025. Just let me know who you are when you add me 😅.
//Okay y’all, as much as I love this blog I’ve decided I just don’t have the spoons to check it super regularly. I miss this muse and the people I was rping with, but tumblr is just too many. If you want to rp with me you can add me on discord at star_child#2025. Just let me know who you are when you add me 😅.
Tagging the people I had active threads with below.
“At last–”
Heavy drapes of fabric scrapped along stone and twig against her silent steps. Emerging from behind a vine-enveloped column, Arwen appeared to join aside her father on the soundless balcony, where the evening songs had not yet reached.
“It is unlike you to withdraw from the presence of others for such a time, Ada. What task could have confined you to so deep solitary?”
Elrond looks down from the emerging stars, his eyes focusing on his only daughter. “Ah, iell nin, forgive me. I was lost in memory. A hazard of growing older, I fear.” He smiled slight, “I was watching Eärendil’s star and thinking about family. I was remembering Elros, and your mother.” He sighed, “I did not mean to let the time slip away from me.”
‘ just focus on my voice. that’s it. you’re okay. we’re okay. ’
Elrond jerked out of his reverie, his eyes snapping to focus on his Arianiel’s face. “Ah, forgive me. I was lost in thought.”
❝ What’s bothering you, háno? Is anything of the matter? You can talk to me. Let me help you.❞ Arianiel approached Elrond and cupped both of his cheeks against the palm of her hands.
Elrond smiled faintly at her, “Ah, nothing you need to worry about.”
His mind was spinning but his face was calm, “Thank you for checking on me, I’m quite alright though.”
alright, i made a “for what crimes would you go to prison in first age beleriand” quiz (link in the reblog cos tumblr hides posts with links)
god this quiz is extremely good is the thing
Valid
Headcanon
Elves have very long childhoods and are inherently magical as a race, and human children are already spooky af. So my thought is that elf children must be SO spooky. Like they must just bring up the weirdest spookiest shit all the time, it must be so wild. Like they just bring up conversations with nature spirits at the dinner table all the time.
‘ just focus on my voice. that’s it. you’re okay. we’re okay. ’
Elrond jerked out of his reverie, his eyes snapping to focus on his Arianiel’s face. “Ah, forgive me. I was lost in thought.”
‘ well, i love you more. ’ (@silvercrowned)
Elrond smiled at his wife, “How can you be so sure of that, meleth nin? That seems like a very subjective thing to me.”
“I disagree, I am stating a fact.” Celebrían responded, her eyes bright.
He laughed, “Is that so? And what evidence do you have to back up your argument?”
‘ well, i love you more. ’ (@silvercrowned)
Elrond smiled at his wife, “How can you be so sure of that, meleth nin? That seems like a very subjective thing to me.”
‘ to be fair, I only think that because it’s true and I’m right. ’ (@silvercrowned)
Elrond chuckled to himself and raised an eyebrow, “I see. And may I ask how you know it to be true?”
Celebrían shot Elrond a look of faux seriousness. “I’m certain I’ve read it in a book somewhere.”
He smiled at her, “Ah, I see. Well I must surely be mistaken, then. If you have read it in a book somewhere it must surely be true.” His eyes shone with mirth as he tired to school his expression to seriousness.
“It must be. All of the children’s books my Father read to me were nothing but the truth.” Celebrian replied, fighting back a smile, her eyes bright.
Elrond lost his fight to remain serious and broke down in laughter, “Well then, I supposed I must admit my mistake.” He took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to Celebrían’s cheek.
Celebrían smiled at the gesture of affection, and intertwined their hands. “I suppose I shall forgive you for not believing me, if you are willing to admit your mistake.”
“Ah, I fully admit my mistake Vesseya. And I thank you for your gracious forgiveness.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I do love our little chats.”
“I skipped over worry and went straight to full-on panic.
“Don’t worry about it, dear. We can fix it. It’s just a flute. We can have more made for you,”
Elrond took a shaky breath. “O…okay Atya. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drop it.”
“Don’t worry, dear,” Kana kissed his forehead gently, “Would you like to make a new one yourself? It isn’t very difficult,”
Elrond’s eyes lit up. “Really Atya? Can I?” He bounced in excitement, his worry forgotten. “Will you teach me?”
“Of course,” Whittling was the only form of physical craft that he could do, “First, let’s go and pick some good wood. Down to the yard, dear,”
Elrond smiled widely and ran ahead of his father to the yard, he small feet pounding down the stairs and out onto the ground. He immediately began picking up as many straight pieces of wood of good size as he could find. Those that seemed too bent or wobbly he discarded.
His arms were full of sticks and branches of varying sizes when he trotted back up to his father. “Are any of these good, Atya?”
“They would be, but in order to make sure that the wood is resistant to damp we would have to spend a lot of time drying them off,” Kana explained, “Luckily, we have some in the storeroom,” He went over to the room.
Elrond frowned and carefully put his bundle of sticks down and followed his father. “How do we make sure they’re dry? What if it only seems dry but it’s all gross on the inside? Is that why you keep them in a special room?”
“Yes,” He nodded, “We keep it there for months, just to make sure it’s perfect,” Kana opened the door and went to the back of the room. Long boards of wood were resting in there, dry and good to be used for whittling and building.
Elrond looked at the stacks of wood. “There’s so many here, Atya. How do we pick the right one?”
“Let’s find the smallest. That will be easiest,” He replied, “And as you can see, not all of these have been cut uniformly either,*
He nodded and ran off into the neat stacks of wood. He carefully sorted through them, minding the ones that looked like they might shed splinters. He had picked three small pieces of wood that seemed to him to be suitable for the task at hand. As he went to pick up a last option it pricked him with a splinter and he frowned, putting it back on the stack and sticking the offended finger in his mouth on instinct. He carried his selections back to his father with no small amount of pride. “How do these look, Atya?”
“Perfect,” Kana nodded, “Now we need to see where the grain is. We won’t be using a lot of this wood, so we must see if any break off in a good place,”
Elrond held the piece of wood up to his eyes and squinted at it. “How do we do that, Atya?”
Lately been thinkin' a lot about Samwise "But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer" Gamgee
And Faramir: 'it's just the damp of the first spring rain. I do not believe this darkness will endure.'
This is the optimistic kind of shit I consume LOTR for
post - trauma sentence starters blood, death mention.
Everybody who wears The One Ring in LOTR starts to refer to it as ‘My Precious,’ and Tolkien’s right that is super creepy, but what I really love is that everybody does it, which says to me that this super powerful scary evil sentient ring has a favorite pet name and just, like, will not respond to anything else.
Hey uhh @piyo-13 you cant hide brilliance like these in the tags
look i’m just saying, even as educated as frodo is, would he really KNOW the true name of sauron? like shit, of any of the elves left in middle earth by the time the events of LotR actually happen, only círdan and galadriel are old enough to remember that sauron existed in valinor (not counting old sindarin/avari elves because iirc sauron was never called mairon on the shores of ara [except possibly by melkor wink wonk]), let alone what his name was. so to everyone in ME, he’s always been sauron, and there’s no connection to “precious” in any linguistic sense… but mairon remembers.
no you’re a hundred percent right!! no one would know, and it wouldn’t make sense to anyone except maybe Gandalf, but that shredded little piece of sauron’s souls remembers
Oh, wow.
this is why i love lotr fandom. this right here
so what you’re saying is there’s a tiny piece of sauron’s soul tucked smug into the Ring just going around introducing itself as “i’m babey”
This post has justified every second of every minute, hour, and collective day I have ever spent on Tumblr. It was all worth it for this.
“I skipped over worry and went straight to full-on panic.
“Don’t worry about it, dear. We can fix it. It’s just a flute. We can have more made for you,”
Elrond took a shaky breath. “O…okay Atya. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drop it.”
“Don’t worry, dear,” Kana kissed his forehead gently, “Would you like to make a new one yourself? It isn’t very difficult,”
Elrond’s eyes lit up. “Really Atya? Can I?” He bounced in excitement, his worry forgotten. “Will you teach me?”
“Of course,” Whittling was the only form of physical craft that he could do, “First, let’s go and pick some good wood. Down to the yard, dear,”
Elrond smiled widely and ran ahead of his father to the yard, he small feet pounding down the stairs and out onto the ground. He immediately began picking up as many straight pieces of wood of good size as he could find. Those that seemed too bent or wobbly he discarded.
His arms were full of sticks and branches of varying sizes when he trotted back up to his father. “Are any of these good, Atya?”
“They would be, but in order to make sure that the wood is resistant to damp we would have to spend a lot of time drying them off,” Kana explained, “Luckily, we have some in the storeroom,” He went over to the room.
Elrond frowned and carefully put his bundle of sticks down and followed his father. “How do we make sure they’re dry? What if it only seems dry but it’s all gross on the inside? Is that why you keep them in a special room?”
“Yes,” He nodded, “We keep it there for months, just to make sure it’s perfect,” Kana opened the door and went to the back of the room. Long boards of wood were resting in there, dry and good to be used for whittling and building.
Elrond looked at the stacks of wood. “There’s so many here, Atya. How do we pick the right one?”
“Let’s find the smallest. That will be easiest,” He replied, “And as you can see, not all of these have been cut uniformly either,*
He nodded and ran off into the neat stacks of wood. He carefully sorted through them, minding the ones that looked like they might shed splinters. He had picked three small pieces of wood that seemed to him to be suitable for the task at hand. As he went to pick up a last option it pricked him with a splinter and he frowned, putting it back on the stack and sticking the offended finger in his mouth on instinct. He carried his selections back to his father with no small amount of pride. “How do these look, Atya?”
