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I'm, above all else, a tangentgirl. always saying shit like "sidenote," "oh also," "by the way,"

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"Queer Dyke Cruising" photos by Del LaGrace Volcano (1988) Jayne, Zed, Kim and Serena in North London

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Aro, honey l, wipe your fucking mouth

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Curufinwë Fëanáro, disaster extraordinaire.

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Glorfindel had felt the eyes on him for some time now. Turning another page in his book he chanced another quick look above the spine. Indeed the elfling remained in the old pine perched on a branch watching him.

The young prince of Greenwood had been taking lessons from Elrond in the histories of healing and from Erestor the less polished histories of the origin of their kin. He had been a welcome addition to their valley polite but with the exuberant wilds of youthful impulses.

Returning to his book he let the matter drop. He was no stranger to curious stares.

"My Ada fought dragons." The soft voice finally spoke from the tree. "He tells me stories of his battles. Amme does not approve of his stories. You have stories to dont you."

Glorfindel turned another page. "Your ada is a brave elf who has fought much of the enemy's worst in his day. Your amme simply does not wish you spooked by his tales."

Legolas puffed his cheeks. "I am not afraid of dragons!" He sat on the bramch swinging his legs in a scissoring motion. They spoke in normal tones being only a few feet from each other. "He hides his scars. But I can see them."

Glorfindel moved his eyes above the spine again watching the child. It is rare for one so young to be able to see through the illusions of his kin. "Battle often leaves us with hurts we cannot fully erase."

Legolas swiped some pine needles from his leggings. "Yours do not show. I read the stories. You fought drakes. And Balrogs. And worse things. I do not see your hurts."

Glorfindel lowered the book to his lap and tried not to grin at the suspicion in the elfling's voice. "My situation is unique among our kin. I assure you Prince Legolas I do indeed bare the scars of my past."

Legolas stopped swinging his legs. Something in the older elf's tone made him look over with such a serious consideration Glorfindel worried he had been to forward. "You are not as vain as my ada."

Glorfindel's laughter filled the side garden so sudden birds spooked and frogs scrambled for the safety of the streams. "I would hope not young one. Your ada comes from a line of proud strong elves. He is allowed his vanity for their endurance in those times."

Legolas' eyes sparked with curioaity. "Will you tell me?"

Glorfindel tilted his head his smile bright as the streams of light sneaking through the trees branches. "Perhaps. Right now I do believe it is time for noon meal. Come. Let us see what our hard working cook has unveiled for us."

Legolas scrunched his nose he wanted tonkniw now. But he knew better than to argue with host. Tapping the tree lightly he thabked it as it let him down gently. His stomach rumbling as he fell into step beside the Vanya. "You knew my great grandfather?"

Glorfindel forced the hint of sadness from his eyes. "Aye. I met him once."

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Ask and ye shall receive...

HC: Aro taught Carlisle how to ballroom dance. Putting this out there because I need someone who’s practiced at art to draw this for me.

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Headcanon that:

the Fëanorians HATE Beleriand, not its peoples but the land itself. It's too cold and too wet.

Maedhros misses being warm, he misses not being in pain, he misses the quiet steady drama of the court in Valinor, he'd trade anything to deal with pettiness again over the cruelty and death he encounters now.

Maglor misses his language, he's grown to despise Sindran, it feels blunt and obvious, it provides no subtlety, no place to hide poetry in the corners of the words. he can't remember how long has it been since he's heard his real name.

Celegorm misses Orome, it's as simple as that he misses the wild safety of knowing your god loves you, he misses hunting as a form of worship rather than just to survive.

Curufin misses his father father's forge how the fires never went out, he misses the collection of knowledge that had been available to him at home, he misses the ability to be a craftsman, not a sword smith.

Caranthir misses quiet, the peace to read book, to work out a math problem or a technical issue in silence, without it being an emergency or someone breathing down his neck for it.

The Ambrussar miss their mother, they miss her work shop, they miss the safety of her arms, the closest thing they have seen to her face in centuries is their own, they should have listen when she entreated them to stay behind.

But the Nolofinweans oh they love Beleriand. from the moment they saw the first sunrise out on the ice of the Helcaraxë they loved it.

Fingon can feel in his bones he's become who he was always meant to be, he holds his head higher than ever, the cold stinging his nose and the tips of his fingers merely reminds him he is alive and that the sun will always rise again.

Aredhel has more space to roam, to ride to explore than she could ever imagine, the deep forests are hers, the coasts are hers the sky is hers, she is freer than ever before and twice as wild.

Turgon has done more good than he ever thought, with his secret white city, a hidden jewel tucked away in the mountains. He has seen crafts perfected, he has seen healers save lives. He lives in ardent worship of the gift of life.

For the line of Fingolfin is ever destined to rise to occasions where the line of Fëanor falls and fails. They are indomitable even in death, they are hopeful when hope is gone.

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Was today years old when I found out Glorfindel means golden haired. His parents called him blonde. That's his name.

Idk what's worse. King Excellent the Wizard or Blonde. I mean. Really???

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I think whatever version of the Lúthien event Celegorm and Curufin told Maedhros, it was (at least at first) extremely sanitised. But wouldn't it be cool if Nelyo, feeling there was something off about their recount, pretended to be on their side just enough to goad them into revealing some crucial detail they had deliberately been trying to hide, at which point he drags the whole story out of them and it triggers something in his brain because his brothers treated Lúthien the same way Morgoth treated him, and if his brothers are allowed to be so callous in Finrod's kingdom there's nothing stopping them from being so callous in his, there's nothing stopping them from being so callous to him, and then the two unfortunate Cs have mysteriously disappeared (they're locked in the dungeon and Maedhros swears they're not getting out unless someone comes along with a harp and a miracle to break the door down) because when Nelyo looks at them he doesn't see his brothers anymore, he sees a mortal threat.

I mean he snaps out of it eventually but I think it would be good for all three of them

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I love unproblematic kidnap fam as much as anyone, but consider.

A variant of kidnap fam where Maglor grows to love and care for Elrond and Elros, but Maedhros doesn't. He keeps them alive, he makes sure they are safe and that their physical needs are met, but despite himself he can't help but resent them. He resents them for being the sons of the Silmaril thief Elwing. He resents them for being the sons of Ëarendil, who bears that stolen Silmaril through the sky, forever beyond their reach. He wonders if this is his penance for failing to save Eluréd and Elurín, and resents them for that too. Every time Elrond and Elros stay up late to look with wonder at the Evening Star, Maedhros has to bite his tongue to keep from cursing them and their entire line.

Maedhros hates them, and yet like Maglor he cannot help but grow closer to them. He wonders if it's just guilt, or if he could actually love them even as he hates them. He spends the rest of his time with them at war with himself. He even comes to hate himself, for hating innocent children when his own soul is blood soaked and detestable beyond measure. Maybe he even comes to resent Maglor, who at least loves the children earnestly. Can he even bring himself to confess to his brother his hatred of them?

I wonder how he feels when Elrond and Elros finally leave. Does he feel relieved that these living reminders of the stolen Silmaril and his crimes to retrieve them are gone from his life? Is it guilt for treating them so coldly and hating them for so long? When was the last time he thought of them, before his death?

Will I ever stop torturing him? Noooooooo

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brooding men who cannot communicate their feelings if their life depended on it are only hot when they're fictional. if i have to deal with one in real life i will curse him and pray for his downfall every night before i go to bed

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Quick, on a scale of 1 to 10 (with 1 being terrible but unfunny and 10 being terrible AND funny) how bad of a pun would making my lotr blog's reblog tag "re-balrog" be?

9 because 10 would be “rebalrogballs” 😇

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in the would you fuck your clone meme, dior is either "i'd fuck my clone because who would know better how to fuck me than ME?" and "i'd totally fuck my clone because i want to know if i'm good in bed". hmm. it varies by day methinks

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y’all ever think about how during nirneath arnoediad morgoth purposefully delayed maedhros and then waited to unleash the monsters until he arrived in anfauglith, which meant that fingon spent the entire battle thinking maedhros abandoned him and maedhros got there just in time to see him die

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"Glorfindel was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright and clean, and his voice like music; on his brow set wisdom, and in his hand was strength."—The Fellowship of the Ring, "Many Meetings"

My gift to my Secret Santa! This is my first time drawing Glorfindel, I hope I did him justice!

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correct!!

whatever maedhros gets mad, he threatens to raise taxes just to spite maglor

maglor only ever did his taxes when he was raising elrond and elros because maedhros made him