He Is Beautiful

LINDIR, GRUDGINGLY AT YOUR SERVICE.

SET SOME BOUNDARIES IN YOUR WORKPLACE, MAN. IF YOUR JOB DESCRIPTION IS JUST “DOING ANYTHING ELROND DOESN’T WANT TO DO” YOU ARE SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR THE WORST IN LIFE.

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The recent news about the extended edition reminded me that there’s meant to be more disrespectful dwarves at Rivendell stuff in there and I really hope it’s like an anarchist version of their raid on Bag End’s pantry, with Lindir being run ragged by Mahal’s Lil’ Assholes and their vibrant array of behavioural problems.

“Master Dwarf, please, the celebrated tapestries of Imladris are not for wiping your boots on.”

“Traditionally one writes on paper, not on walls, and with writing implements, not every weapon you own.”

“WE AGREE TO YOUR TERMS AND MENU SUGGESTIONS, PLEASE LET THE FLAUTIST GO.”

“Earlier, when I clearly said, DO NOT LAUNDER YOUR SOILED UNDER-CLOTHES IN OUR FORBIDDEN SACRED SPRINGS, you nodded. You nodded as if you understood what I was saying. I do not think you did.”

While Bilbo sits in the corner, sympathizing, “Just wait ‘til you see what they’ve done to your bathrooms.”

Can‘t blame Adar. Sauren (Mairon) is just too handsome.

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-

The Ring of Barahir? Given to Barahir by Finrod and passed on to Aragorn.

The Three Elven Rings? Made from Finrod's dagger to protect the elves.

Finrod himself? Died protecting Beren from Sauron's Werewolves.

In conclusion: Finrod is the force protecting Middle-Earth from Sauron.

Just to be clear, the elves in question include the Fëanorians, Nolofinwëans, Arafinwëans, Lords of Gondolin, Lords of Doriath, and elves from Imladris.

For whichever category you voted for, please comment and specify which elf you would like me to write for. Feel free to elaborate in the comments what kind of story, like the elements you’d like me to include, I should write!

Thanks a lot, everyone!

I want to write a Silmarillion fic. I love romance stories so it will be centered around a Silm elf and an OC! Comment which elf you think I should write about.

this is gold (literally)

Gil-galad sketch

Tolkientober day 21 : laughter

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.)

Work in Progress ✍️🏻

Almost done with Alurna's wardrobe from TROP season 2 ♡

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Hopefully, I will post her season 2 ref sheet next week ♡

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bromance

James B. Conant (left) and Vannevar Bush shaking hands after Trinity

This was really a reenactment in 1946

My friend thought they were holding hands and honestly I do see that