Sometimes the dude gets nasty what can you do...also he is often Galadriel...canon what canon...we probably met on instagram? I am @allbycharles there...also years ago here as hello-from-valinor
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Something that's funny to me is how the fandom has decided that Ñolofinwë is physically stronger than Fëanor based soley on the fact that he fought Morgoth and wounded him, while ignoring that the only reason Fëanor didn't fight Morgoth 1v1 is because Morgoth was litterally shaking and crying while hiding in his evil castle at the sheer thought of Fëanor reaching him, so he sent like 10 Balrogs to deal with him instead.
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The long-awaited meeting
Finally! Russingon again.
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Curufin: would you like seating?
Celebrimbor: that is free of swords, yes.
Curufin: well too bad, you're living with me. A choice that you definitely don't regret at all. ...Right?
Celebrimbor: I would like someplace to sit that doesn't have swords on it.
Curufin: that's not an answer. Besides, of all the things to be blocking the seat, at least swords are cool. It could be something lame, like guns.
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I find it kind of stupid how 'half full' vs 'half empty' is framed as an optimist/pessimist thing. If it starts full and gets halfway drained, it's half empty. If it starts empty and gets halfway filled, it's half full. If you don't know the starting state it's both simultaneously.
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LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING (2001) dir. Peter Jackson
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i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom
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You ride to war, but not to victory.
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) dir. Peter Jackson
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WIP Wednesday or “deleted scene”
“So much is born from metorites,” Annatar says, his hands firmly on the reins of the carriage.
Almost every one in the Mirdain looked stunned at his insitance on not only driving the carriage, but going with no one but Celebrimbor. Even more interesting is that Annatar insisited Celebrimbor sit beside him. Celebrimbor remembers everyone having the same wide eyes. It isn’t unprecedented for Celebrimbor to travel alone, but that was to and from Khazad-Dum and not to a meteor in the middle of Eriador. Still, no one in their right mind gainsayed Annatar. One look from him, and all objections vanished.
(“Deleted scene” because I chose to state this differently)
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Au in which the silmarillion as we know it is the Good Ending, and several elves knew what the bad ending is and have made changes to make it better.
An au in which the Silmarillion already is a regression/time travel story.
And while a lot of people lament the horrors of it, there’s a select group that know it could have been so much worse.
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The Nolofinwëans see the moon rise for the first time. From left to right: Fingolfin, Argon, Aredhel, Idril, Turgon, Fingon. Turgon wants everyone to hold hands because this beautiful sky thingy seems like a blessed sign from the Valar (and oh fuck they can now see mountains so they must be close to actually land!) Also the sea-green cloak he has is for sure Finrod's. He saw his cousin wasn't caring for himself after Elenwë's death and wanted to keep him from freezing. Also I totally should have painted Lalwen with them, but forgot her until I was several layers in. Tolkien forgot her too though, so I guess it's okay?
Second pic to show size. Though it now looks like Argon is pointing out the most useless bit of American currency. Thanks dude!
12 x 9", watercolor, Komorebi metallic watercolors, gold and black ink, gouache
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Fingon: Yes, we’re best friends and cousins, but I’d marry you if you asked. Maedhros: ...What? Maglor, without looking up from his harp: He said he’d marry you if you asked.
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Lord Celebrimbor walking home from Khazad-dûm humming to himself a little lullaby, picking up little nicknacks he finds by the road to take home with him. “You never know where inspiration might strike next,” he says to himself as he continues to hum his little tune, strutting along. A holly leaf in his hair, the sun lighting up the smile on his face. “Oh the wonders of this world, may you never stop to amaze me”.
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