No Idea What This Means But Sounds Fun

going on a bit of a historical tangent here alongside my already existent tolkien tangent

"Dr. Lawrence, I presume?" "You must be Oppenheimer. I hear you want to start a school of quantum theory."

Oppenheimer (2023)

Silly headcanon courtesy of me being tired (what? Who said that!-)

Tiny Elrond has a lisp, and Maglor and Maedhros struggle to understand a word the poor child says at first. They just look at each other in confusion, meanwhile little Elrond is standing there with the sweetest and purest little puppy dog eyes and the cutest smile with his hands outstretched because he was just asking for some sweets to snack on.

i'm glad he's alive

Thinking about how VOROHIL FOUND A LADY VOROHIL TO HANG OUT WITH

Love thrives in Middle Earth despite it all

Writing Notes & References

Alchemy ⚜ Antidote to Anxiety ⚜ Attachment ⚜ Autopsy

Art: Elements ⚜ Principles ⚜ Photographs ⚜ Watercolour

Children ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ Childhood Bilingualism

Character Quirks ⚜ Cruise Ships ⚜ Dystopian World

Culture ⚜ Culture Shock ⚜ Ethnocentrism & Cultural Relativism

Emotions: Anger ⚜ Fear ⚜ Happiness ⚜ Sadness

Emotional Intelligence ⚜ Genius (Giftedness)

Facial Expressions ⚜ Laughter & Humour ⚜ Swearing & Taboo

Fantasy Creatures ⚜ Literary & Character Tropes

Fight Scenes Part 1 2 ⚜ Kill Adverbs

Food: Cooking Basics ⚜ Herbs & Spices ⚜ Sauces ⚜ Wine-tasting ⚜ Aphrodisiacs ⚜ List of Aphrodisiacs ⚜ Food History

Genre: Crime ⚜ Horror ⚜ Fantasy ⚜ Speculative Biology

Hate ⚜ Love ⚜ Kinds of Love ⚜ The Physiology of Love

How to Write: Food ⚜ Colours ⚜ Drunkenness

Jargon ⚜ Logical Fallacies ⚜ Memory

Magic: Magic System ⚜ 10 Uncommon ⚜ How to Choose

Moon: Part 1 2 ⚜ Related Words

Mystical Items & Objects ⚜ Talisman ⚜ Relics ⚜ Poison

Realistic Injuries ⚜ Rejection ⚜ Structural Issues ⚜ Villains

Symbolism: Colors ⚜ Food ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Storms

Thinking ⚜ Thinking Styles ⚜ Thought Distortions

Compilations: Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding ⚜ For Poets

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me confundí de fecha

baby elrond just wanted to show off his dwarf friend and it turned out entirely like i expected, no nice things for elrond, only embarassment

wowwwww

Wow ❤️

Illustration by @uzuriartonline

Celebrimbor

I headcanon him having blueish grey eyes and a different shade of black hair to his father (paler and more on blue side) but I guess everything is lost through filters haha, I also wanted to draw this type of eyebrows for a long time

He ties up his sleeve and hair during work

sobs

Maglor writes music for Galadriel to dance to from the time she’s very small.

At first they’re children’s songs, sweet simple melodies that she twirls to while holding onto Finrod’s hands laughing as they sway amongst nodding flowers in meadows drenched in golden light.

As she takes dancing more seriously and begins to learn it as a craft for herself, Maglor’s music for her becomes more complex. He comes to her practices as often as he can and it surprises her when he is graciously allowed to play as she and her fellow students practice. The minstrel who plays for them never allows anyone else to do so, but she is delighted to step aside for Maglor.

Galadriel isn’t aware that her beloved indulgent cousin who plays for her first formal dance recital is in high demand to compose symphonies. To her he’s her cousin, he’s been giving her music to dance to as long as she can remember and she gives him her best performances in return.

By the time she understands that Maglor is a very sought after musician, she’s also learned that nothing makes him happier than gifting music to those he loves best. In celebration of her becoming a lead dancer in her company he gifts her a score for a new ballet he’s written just for her. Galadriel has no words to express what such a present means to her, and instead tells him by putting all of her heart into her performance of the piece. Maglor meets her backstage afterwards with arms full of lilies. He gives her the flowers and a kiss on the cheek, and as he pulls away she sees his eyes are full of tears which are more precious than any words.

. . .

She shouldn’t be surprised that when her wedding to Celeborn arrives, a gift of music comes too, but she is surprised nonetheless. She hasn’t seen Maglor in centuries, has not tried to contact him or responded to the letters he sent to her through Finrod. Yet when she opens the box that her brother hands her and finds sheet music in a familiar beautiful hand Galadriel cannot move or speak for several long moments. There is only a short note included.

Congratulations to you and your husband, wishing you all the happiness in the world, little flame.

All my love, Maglor

There are still no words when Finrod takes the music from her, leans in to murmur something to Celeborn, then picks up his harp. Celeborn takes her hand and leads her out onto the dance floor and Finrod begins to play. The notes weave a song of celebration, love, and joy as she and Celeborn dance for the first time as husband and wife, and even though Maglor is not present she feels his love in his gift to them.

. . .

Holding her daughter who is only days old, Galadriel finds herself humming some of the old lullabies of her childhood that she had danced to so long ago when a bird lands on her windowsill with a scroll tied around its leg. After settling Celebrian in her crib she approaches the bird, a variate she has never seen so far inland before, and offers it some crumbs of bread to eat as she unties its burden.

Her heart nearly stops as she unrolls it, hand flying to her mouth at the sight of the familiar handwriting.

She had not expected to ever see it again, the stories had said he was -

Yet clearly they were mistaken, for she holds proof in her hands that he still lives.

Through her tear filled eyes, she reads the words on the paper that smells of salt and sea air.

Congratulations little flame, I’m certain your little silver queen will be as beautiful and talented as you. Will she dance too, I wonder?

All my love, M. F.

Below the note is a lullaby new and fresh for Celebrian, soft, sweet, and as all Maglor’s gifts to her even after centuries of separation, filled his love.

Once more Galadriel picks up Celebrian, and cuddling her sleepy sweet daughter to her heart, begins to sway on light feet around the room, singing softly the lullaby her cousin has sent to them from whatever paths he now wanders.

Yes, she thinks, a glimmer of the future brushing against her thoughts, Celebrian will dance too, someday. She hopes that Maglor will be able to see it when she does.