This Was Really Good

niceeee

Wow, just look there! Here is Sauron seducing the elf to the dark side. The Elf, like the whole order, however, belongs to itishebihime-samaforyou. But no one can forbid us to admire. And imagine yourself at her place too…

Remarkable

30 Prompts: Smile

Summary: One should not bet on the High King, under any circumstances.

“I have a slight concern that we perhaps shouldn’t be betting on the king.” Daemor whispers, frantically checking to make sure that Gil-Galad wasn’t behind him as he spoke. He bites his lip as he draws level with Camnir, whose hands Rían just thrust the pouch of silver into. “How much have you got so far, anyway, and on what bets?” “Galadriel bet the High King wouldn’t smile until Midwinter,” Rían murmurs, “but I think she’s out by a month, he surely can’t wait that long --” “Sauron is back, though,” Camnir says, doubtfully, “so he doesn’t have much cause to show any positive emotion.” Really, he thinks this whole bet is ridiculous in the first place, and Gil-Galad was going to rake them ‘cross the coals if he heard about it, like as not, and he really doesn’t fancy getting into trouble. He tries to push the pouch of ill-gained silver back into her hands, frowning in discomfort. “I also haven’t smiled in a while. Are you going to bet about me?” “You’re different,” Rían assures, “you’re not the king, so you don’t have to -- as nobody is looking at you.” She takes the pouch back contentedly, and Camnir isn’t sure whether to feel relieved or insulted. Rían, though, only beams as she peeks inside the drawstring purse, a little skip in her step. “I almost have enough to buy some new oil paints.” “Who else betted?” Vorohil cuts in, curiously. “Lady Galadriel, and --?” “We asked Master Círdan,” Rían chirps, “but he just arched a brow and told us to go along and get back to our duties. We could ask Herald Elrond --” “Bad idea,” Daemor says, shaking his head. “He’ll tell the King, for a start. You know he will.” 

“He’s a spoilsport, then.” Rían hums, considering their next move. “We could ask Erestor.” 

Vorohil shudders at the thought. “Are the rumours true about him, d’you reckon?” 

“He’s not a kinslayer, if that’s the one you mean.” Camnir doesn’t know why he steps up to defend the dark, quiet scholar with the way of moving that brought to mind a panther on the hunt. “And he doesn’t eat younger elves for breakfast, either. I don’t know who started that one, but it’s just silly.” Rían decisively heads over to the dark-robed elf where he sat reading in a tree. “Come on! Lord Erestor, would you like to participate in our betting pool?” A delicate brow rises, before eyes as black as coal lift to meet her own. She gulps. He smiles. “If you are betting on the king’s chances of a positive expression,” he murmurs, deceptively quietly, “then I shall bet that he is about to have plenty of reason to smile while thinking up your punishment.” He drops a silver into the pouch. “Considering he’s right behind you.” Rían freezes. Vorohil jumps. Camnir makes certain to distance himself bodily from the others. Gil-Galad sighs, shaking his head. “Really? If the lot of you have so much energy for mischief and nothing better to do, then you can all help me reorganise the library. Come along.” He beckons the little group to follow him. “As for the silver, I shall consider that a tax to be used in the effort to pay the weaponsmiths in defense for our land - considering, as it is, that you all are betting on me.” Rían’s shoulders slump as she hands the purse over, and she gives Vorohil a playful little shove; this had all been his idea.

(She does find the oil paints wrapped up just inside of her room door when she finishes her day of working, though. As she unwraps them, their gifter does, indeed, smile.)

I already mentioned this in my live reaction but I desperately need Sauron to be haunted by Celebrimbor in the next seasons.

Imagine Celebrimbor standing in the background all the time, quietly laughing at him, sowing doubt, taunting him. Imagine Sauron getting increasingly frustrated until he throws Fëanor's hammer at him. I can practically hear him screaming, "Why did you make me kill you?" when he struggles with forging the One Ring.

I just - I need this to happen.

Nobody's Soldier

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER

Elrond Peredhel

Elrond when his daughter starts to fall in love with the Quick witted long haired Scruffy long lost heir to a human kingdom x

i'm WHEEZING

Look! An Elrond! *clutches heart in angst*

I still don’t know what color are his eyes!!! What a elven sorcery!

I am totally in love and probably will keep drawing him until my hands fall off or the depression hits again. Anyways.

Why is he so pretty? Who let him? Let me hug him already-

amazing guy

Winter 1995 - Severus Snape hears a scream in the middle of the night so he jumps out of bed and runs across the castle in his nightgown ‘cause who cares about decorum when someone might be dying

With a special dedication to @frillions 

Inspiration for my Noldolantë drawing

elrond been going thru it this season huh