Work Of Art (Glorfindel X Female Maia Of Mandos)

All I need is a clear line of sight

Celebrimbor 😂

High King Gil-Galad: I have noticed something as of late, and I need to ask you something.

High Queen Merry: Yes, dear?

High king Gil-Galad: Why are you only wearing black?

High Queen Merry: It’s a thing we did in the world I am from, to wear black clothing while we are in mourning.

High King Gil-Galad: I should do the same.

High Queen Merry: You don’t have to.

High King Gil-Galad: I have too, I need to. I miss him, I mourn him, I loved him, I -

High Queen Merry: I know sweetheart, I know.

Alternatively,

Lord Celebrimbor: I AM NOT DEAD.

High Queen Merry: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

absolutely adorable!

Nobody: Camnir:

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Preview - More Than Life Itself (Severus Snape x OC)

Author's note: Hey! It's my first time properly publishing a Potter-related story, and the above GIF should give you guys a pretty good idea which part of the story this preview is from. I feel that Severus Snape is one of the best characters ever written, and I'm reimagining him with one of my oldest OCs. Have fun reading! Feedback and comments appreciated!

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“All this time,” she growled, marching closer to him, “he trusted you. Dumbledore trusted you! And you…you killed him, just like that!” The tip of her wand touched his chest, and she shoved him hard. He didn’t fall, and he just stood there, staring at her.

“Say something…you prick! You coward. Say SOMETHING!” Helena screamed, marching closer again, the tip of her wand up against his throat. Tears rolled down her face as she mourned, for the Headmaster that Hogwarts once had, and the man before her, a man she thought she understood. Now she knew that she had barely scratched the surface of the lake that was Severus Snape.

He reached up, grasping her wrists and gently pulling her wand from his throat. He gave her a look that was both intense and filled with something she couldn’t decipher. His lips moved, saying words so silently she couldn’t hear them, but she could’ve sworn he said, “Please trust me.”

But how could she?

With that, he had marched after the Death Eaters retreating from the Hogwarts grounds, his figure growing ever smaller. Helena sunk to her knees, letting out a loud scream filled with anguish, for the darkening of the world as she knew it. She vaguely registered Hagrid putting out the fire lighting his hut ablaze, or him and Harry walking over to her. Hagrid’s hand landed, surprisingly gently, on her shoulder.

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Oh you're having a boy? Here's all this blue stuff.

You're having a girl? Here's all this pink stuff.

Wrong

You're having Glorfindel. Here's all this gold stuff.

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i need someone to send me fanarts of will fletcher finrod STAT

“The most important truths often are (simple)” - Finrod

Here’s a simple sketch of Finrod Felagund as seen in Rings of Power! He’s the eldest son of Finarfin and brother to Galadriel. Honestly, no one talks about him (or sketches him) enough. Great job to Will Fletcher for portraying him.

REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

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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.

yes, the winner is damn clear

Would it be cool if I did different polls every few days or something guys because I’m having too much fun with these??? :)