#[eleanor of rivendell]

[son-of-drogo]

Samfro AU of the day: Frodo stays in Minas Tirith for a year while he recovers from the quest

-Frodo shows a lot more signs of illness in this scenario and Aragorn suggests that he should stay while they research the best ways to care for him.

-Sam is with him until when they get the news of the Scouring and he has to go and help with repairing the damage done by the ruffians.

-He comes back as quickly as he can in the spring and finds Frodo gravely ill.

-Sam nurses Frodo back to health and in the interim Aragorn finds a remedy in the Minas Tirith libraries.

-Frodo starts getting better and stronger thanks to the new medicine and Sam's care.

-during this time, Frodo and Sam realize that they love each other and decide to get married.

-They decide to get married ASAP and are wed in a small ceremony while Frodo is still bedridden.

-Merry and Pippin were annoyed about not being present but they came to their second wedding at Rivendell.

-around May, Frodo is finally strong enough to travel and while he's sad to leave the other members of the Fellowship, he's very ready to go home.

-Merry and Pippin are waiting for them when they get to Rivendell.

-they get married again in front of Merry, Pippin, Bilbo, and Elrond's household.

-They leave just after Frodo and Bilbo's birthday, promising to meet Bilbo the next year when he was on the way to the Havens.

-Frodo does fall ill on Oct 6th, but it's easier than the previous anniversary. They spend a few days at the Prancing Pony, till Frodo gets better, then they move on to the Shire.

-When they reach the Shire, they are both surprised and delighted at the progress Sam's forestry work has made.

-Sam sees the sapling where the Party Tree was and weeps.

-Bag End is almost fully restored by the time Frodo finally comes home.

-after Frodo settles in, he and Sam announce their marriage.

-with mixed results. The people closest to Frodo and Sam are overjoyed for them, but a lot of Frodo's relatives are not happy about him "marrying below his station".

-they go to the Havens the next September to see Bilbo off.

-Bilbo was sad that Frodo wasn't coming with him, but he was so happy that Frodo was well.

-Epilogue involves Frodo, Sam, and their two adopted daughters, Primula and Eleanor, to Lake Evandim to spend time with Aragorn, Arwen, and family.

[velvet4510]

OK, so it’s common knowledge that Eleanor refers to Frodo as her dad’s “treasure”, right? Which is cute and all, but also kind of a strange, very specific term to use completely unprompted. I mean, my own father has several good friends whom he loves very much, but I don’t call any of them “my dad’s treasure”. So my theory/headcanon is that Sam referred to Frodo as his treasure at least once. Maybe in text, while he continued to write the travel accounts in the red book. Perhaps Eleanor would read it with more interest than her siblings? 

IDK, I’m intrigued as to what you think of all this. 

Thanks for this ask! I DEFINITELY agree that Sam must’ve called Frodo his treasure at some point. In Elenya54’s stunning fic “All That I Had,” Sam does this when one of the local hobbit children sees him and Frodo leaving the Shire for the Grey Havens and asks Sam if he’s going to find treasure like Bilbo did - Sam replies “no, I’m going to lose my treasure.” Within this fic is a smart theory that Sam already knew Frodo was leaving the Shire, but was under the impression that Frodo would just be moving to Rivendell so Elrond could heal his wounds, and thus Sam would be able to visit him sometimes (which accounts for him still being shocked when he learns Frodo is actually sailing West.)

That fic is one of my favorites to the point where I’ve adopted most of it into my headcanon, so I picture that as a moment where Sam called Frodo his treasure.

BUT when it comes to Elanor, she mentions it in conjunction with a reference to Celeborn telling Aragorn that he hopes Aragorn’s treasure will stay by his side, unlike his (Celeborn’s) own treasure. This is a line from the actual LOTR book. So Elanor realizes that “treasure” was Celeborn’s term for Galadriel aka the person who he was in love with but had to say goodbye to, and thus Aragorn’s “treasure” was Arwen since she was the person who Aragorn was in love with. This then prompts Elanor to make the same connection between Frodo and Sam. So in her mind, like Celeborn’s mind, “treasure” is a term for a lost love. The fact that she instantly associates this with her father’s relationship with Frodo means she can tell that Sam feels the same way about Frodo that Celeborn feels about Galadriel. So even if Elanor never heard Sam call Frodo his treasure aloud, she has definitely perceived that her father is in love with the long-lost hobbit legend, and thus perhaps her “treasure” finally puts a fitting word to Sam’s complex feelings for Frodo.

[grumpyblackbird]

@ofshieldarm

A small, polite smile touched her lips, and Éowyn sat down by the fire, next to the Elf woman. Just like his companions, she seemed weary - they were probably on the road for weeks, or event months. What she knew about that strange company during dinner was that they had come from Rivendell and they were ten, but their fellowship broke. Some of them died, some went on a different way, and two members were captured by the Uruk-hai. Most probably they weren’t alive either. And here they will not find anything besides despair and sorrow. That was Éowyn’s first thought, as Rohan was not the happiest place in Middle-Earth either, mostly due to Saruman’s recent actions. However, the healing of Théoden filled Meduseld’s quiet and dark halls with hope again. Hope that these dark times would end one day. Now this feeling was mixed with curiosity, as she was sitting next to this dark-haired Elf woman. “My name is Éowyn,” she introduced herself, “daughter of Éomund,” she added, the same way as Éomer used to do. The thought of her exiled brother wrenched her heart. If only he could have seen their uncle getting back to his old self, she thought to herself. Even though it was the King himself who had sent him away, she was sure he would be happy to see him healed. She wondered where he could be now. 

Eleanor kept her eyes on the flames and seemed mostly in thought. Only after Éowyn introduced herself did she look at the young women again. She did not want to be disrespectful, yet she didn’t know why Éowyn came to her. She might just as well only have wanted a place at the fire before retiring for the night and Eleanor had not wanted to seem too intrusive.

“I am Eleanor of Rivendell.” She did not name her father, for she disliked how people changed whenever she told them, who her father was. Being born a lady did not make her superior and she did not want to be treated differently just because of her heritage.

“You’re fathers name seems familiar, my lady. The day before yesterday we encountered the Marshal of the Mark and his éored. He called himself Éomer, Son of Éomund. Your brother I presume. Even though Saruman banished him in the King’s name, he is loyal to Rohan and Théoden, your king.”

Eleanor had seen Éowyns concern about her brother. The worry about about her brother had marked her features as well as the sorrow of loosing Théodred. The young women seemed exhausted. “I am sorry about your loss, my lady. If we had been here only a day earlier, Aragorn and I might have been able to help him. Although I admit it would have been futile. Fate can be a cruel thing.”

The elleth stared into the fire and recalled one of her visions. She had seen a burial but she had not known who’s passing would be mourned. Hearing Gandalf talk about the King’s health had her fearing that it was his death Rohan had to mourn and not the loss of the heir to the throne. Now Rohan was without an heir. For all she knew, since Éomer was still banished.

I’m not sure if Éomer actually introduced himself in the books. But I thought this would help us a little.

[reality-warp]

Ellie & Bilbo by @alexehime

[meteor752]

The Gamgee-Baggins children

I have mentioned a few times Frodo and Sam’s army of kids that they adopted and that Aragorn and Legolas love to babysit, and now I’m gonna go more in-depth because why not.

Also, they are based on Sam’s actual children, but I do have to tweak a few things because we switched out an entire parent here, so yeah.

Eleanor

The oldest, adopted when she was two

Was a very calm and kind child

Took up her dad’s love for gardening

Worked in Rivendell as the head gardener as an adult

Still remained her kind self though

Got the nickname “The Fair” by the elves because of her golden locks, which she appreciated

Aragorn

The second child, was adopted when he was just a few months

Was often teased by other young hobbits because of his strange name

Loved his namesake though, whenever they babysat he would just cling to him like a Koala

Is honestly just a very sweet boy that constantly craves physical contact

He became a pretty good chef in his adulthood, mainly working with Potatoes because he’s a gamgee to the core

Rose

This is where Frodo and Sam got their first devil child

Rose is their third child and was adopted when she was three, where she already had a tendency to just scream if she felt like it

Was not allowed to be around Merry and Pippin too much, it was too dangerous

While both Elanor and Aragorn used to watch and care for their younger siblings, Rose hated it and would often just ignore their existence

Gained a passion for painting, as it allowed her to truly express herself

Her paintings were all very wild though, but she enjoyed it and her parents were just happy that she was happy

Merry

The fourth child of Sam and Frodo, adopted when he was five

Was surprisingly calm and obedient, despite his namesake

Used to sit on the floor and do puzzles by himself while his parents and older siblings tried to keep track of the younger ones

Has a problem with reading and spelling however

Incredibly shy

Still doesn’t know what to do with his life as an adult, and is honestly just flowing through it

Pippin

The fifth child, adopted when he was two

This boy takes after his namesake, and they are pretty sure he’s a Took by blood

Loves his older sister Rose, looks up to her a lot, but she practically hates him.

Is often off going on his own adventures, though he stays in the Shire 

Often used to under a tree in a pasture with the ponies, eating some food he’d stolen

Befriended a small chestnut colored pony named Peanut

Still goes there when he’s an adult

Goldilocks

Child number six, adopted when she was seven 

Her real parents drowned, and Frodo couldn’t not adopt her

Picked up her papa’s love for storytelling, and started writing books

She secretly writes fanfiction sometimes about the fellowship, but shh only Primmy knows that

She often takes care of the youngest hobbits of the shire together with her sibling Primrose, where she often entertains them by reading

Is very sought after by other hobbits of the Shire, but she is not interested at all

Hamfast

The seventh child, adopted when he was just a few months

Has a lot of anger issues

Is *that* sibling. You know, the one you just get the Cain instinct every time you see them

Neither Frodo or Sam knew really what to do about his constant tantrums, as they are both very soft spoken

So they had someone teach him how to box, just so he could get it all out

Is as an adult one of the best ring fighters in middle earth, and does not take it lightly when someone teases him for being a Hobbit

All of his siblings except for Rose are kinda scared of him

Daisy

Child number eight and twin sister of Primrose, they were both one when they were adopted

Is baby

Just a pure ray of sunshine basically

Used to take flowers from their garden to make flower crowns

Sam and Elanor never minded, mostly because she was so cute when she did it

Managed to get a real talent for flower braiding, not just into crowns but also into art

Is always in charge of flowers when it comes to weddings

Still remains baby as an adult

Primrose

Child nine and twin of Daisy, they were both one when they were adopted

A real social butterfly

Gets along with absolutely everyone

Their best friend is their sister Goldie however, who is pretty much the opposite of them with her love for books and the indoors

Often takes care of the younger Hobbits of the Shire with their sister Goldilocks, where they entertains them by playing with them

Falls in love with everyone

Bilbo

The tenth child, adopted as just an infant

Ever heard of social anxiety? Yeah this is the embodiment of it

He does not like people, and would rather just be by himself thank you very much

The only people he’s really comfortable with are Frodo, Sam, Daisy, and Legolas

Kinda just goes unnoticed by everyone because of his many siblings, and likes it that way

Is actually rather talented when it comes to music, but would rather die than show it to anyone

Ruby

Child eleven, and proudly the two minute older twin of Robin, both adopted when they were seven

A really smart cookie, and a future entrepreneur in the making

Spend most of her childhood scheming on ways to get her grubby hands on sweets

Developed a secret underground trading network of food and pastries with the children of the shire, and sat on top as a small mafia boss

Became a skilled merchant as an adult, and has a goal to become incredibly rich

She’s a real scammer when it comes to buisness, but his able to hide it behind her big dark eyes and curly locks, because who so cute could be so wickedly clever?

Not the most lawful thing, but hey, you do what you gotta do right?

Robin

Child twelve, and sadly the two minute younger twin of Ruby, both adopted when they were seven

Pretty much instantly became friends with Brand son of Bain of Dale, despite the almost ten years age difference

While Brand is very rebellious and does everything to pester his family, Robin is a kind of sweetheart who just follows along and tries to keep him out of trouble

Loves his twin very much, but is unsure if Ruby is choosing the right path for herself

When Brand is crowned king of Dale, he becomes his royal advisor that mostly tries to keep him from getting himself killed

Nothing’s changed really

Tolman

The thirteenth and youngest child, adopted when he was an infant

Was adopted when Ruby and Robin were practically adults, unintentionally

They just found him abandoned on their doorstep, and were just like yep we’re keeping him

Had a hard time connecting with his older siblings as he’s so much more younger

Loved that he was the focus of attention with his parents however since everyone else had moved out, and all of his siblings are jealous

Will become a skilled drink mixer as an adult, but is currently just a small wittle bab that likes to play

And yeah that’s it! Now onto the other stuff!!

Elanor is Biromantic Asexual

Aragorn is Bisexual

Rose is a trans lesbian

Merry is Pansexual

Pippin is Gay

Goldilocks is Aromantic Asexual

Hamfast is Heteromantic Asexual

Daisy is panromantic Demisexual

Primrose is a non-binary pansexual

Bilbo is Gay

Ruby is a lesbian

Robin is Polysexual

Tolman is a child and doesn’t care about all that kissing stuff

Goldie is missing an arm

Daisy has a problem with her foot that makes her limp

I don’t have any romantic thing planned for any of them, but who knows

I kinda like Robin X Brand though (Robrand????)

They are in the order they were adopted, but some are older than others, like Ruby and Robin are three years older than Bilbo

Maybe I’ll make a chart of it some day, who knows

The only name I changed was the second child, who was originally named Frodo, to Aragorn, otherwise these are Sam’s actual canon children

I love all of them

[grumpyblackbird]

Going to Rohan, Eleanor had kept close to Aragorn, especially after they had arrived to Edoras. She could see the tension and sorrow the townspeople were feeling. It made her worry even more about Théoden King’s current state of mind. After Gandalf had told them that Saruman had poisoned the king’s mind to try and take over power in this land, Eleanor understood why her heart had been so heavy all the time hunting the Uruk-Hai, which had taken Merry and Pippin hostage. The darkness in this land was weighing on her mind.

In the Golden Hall Eleanor had not just idly stood by and had not left the fighting to her male companions. Two or three of the odd guards she had taken down as well. Standing off to the side but keeping close to Legolas, this time, she had watched curiously as Gandalf the White had shown an extend of the power he now possessed by freeing Théoden King’s mind of Saruman.

But then a young woman had caught her attention as Aragorn held her back as to not interrupt Gandalf. She had seemed to be very concerned about the king’s health and wellbeing and by the way he had smiled at her after finally seeing her face again she must be more to him than merely a servant girl. But Eleanor had to keep that curiosity at bay for the moment for there had been far more pressing matters to attend to.

After the actual guards of the Golden Hall had taken away those hired by Gríma, Eleanor had left the hall only to walk around Edoras. She had never been here before. Had never been this far south of Rivendell to be exact. She had been mostly fascinated by a smithies work and of course the horses in one of the stables. They were bigger and stronger than the ones of elven breeding, which were leaner of stature. Eleanor had also spent time with her stallion Faelas, whom she had left roaming outside the city walls.

Yet the early evening saw her sitting by the fire in the Golden Hall all by her self. Eleanor had been mostly left in thought. On their way to Edoras Gandalf had been talking about war and while they’ve been resting at night Eleanor had seen what will happen at the stronghold of Helm’s Deep. Though it had surprised her to hear Eowyn address her she had not flinched or shown any sign of surprise on her features.

She cast her blue eyes up from the fire and to Eowyn’s face. “Not at all, My Lady. Please.” Eleanor pointed to the empty space next to her on the bench and smiled at the young women.

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Éowyn was happy to see her uncle being his old self again: healed from Gríma Wormtongue’s poisons. He regained back his strength and most importantly, his hope. He was healed by Gandalf the White, a wizard, who came to Edoras with a Man, a Dwarf and two Elves: a man and a woman. Éowyn was curiously watching them, wondering where they were coming from as she had not seen such a company before. As far as she was concerned, Elves and Dwarves were not really in friendly terms (she did not know much about them, though), yet the Dwarf seemed to enjoy the Elves’ company. Her gaze shifted to the Elf woman and the Lady of Rohan noticed that she was armoured which made her curiosity grow.

However, she could not talk to her until the evening, as she was helping with the preparations of the dinner for their guests. Later, when she returned to the Golden Hall, she noticed the other woman sitting by the fire, on her own.

“Do you mind if I join you?” she asked her.

[ladyeowyn]

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Publishing (Forbes): Today, the number of science fiction and fantasy magazine titles is higher than at any other point in history. That’s more than 25 pro-level magazines, according to a count from the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, amid a larger pool of “70 magazines, 14 audio sites, and nine critical magazines,” according to Locus Magazine.

Publishing (Jason Sanford): For the last few months I’ve been working on #SFF2020: The State of Genre Magazines, a detailed look at science fiction and fantasy magazine publishing in this day and age.This report is available below and can also be downloaded in the following formats:  Mobi file for Kindle,     Epub file for E-book Readers, PDF file. For this report I interviewed the editors, publishers, and staff of the following genre magazines. Many thanks to each of these people. The individual interviews are linked below and also contained in the downloadable Kindle, Epub, and PDF versions of the report.

Science Fiction (New Yorker): In her heyday, Russ was known as a raging man-hater. This reputation was not entirely unearned, though it was sometimes overstated. Of one of her short stories, “When It Changed,” which mourns a lost female utopia, the science-fiction novelist Michael Coney wrote, “The hatred, the destructiveness that comes out in the story makes me sick for humanity. . . . I’ve just come from the West Indies, where I spent three years being hated merely because my skin was white. . . . [Now I] find that I am hated for another reason—because Joanna Russ hasn’t got a prick.”

Comic Books (ICV2): Blaze Publishing has reached an agreement with Conan Properties International that will allow it to publish U.S. editions of the Glénat bande dessinée series The Cimmerian, ICv2 has learned.  The Glenat series adapts Robert E. Howard Conan stories originally published in Weird Tales into comic stories that Ablaze describes as “the true Conan… unrestrained, violent, and sexual… just as Robert E. Howard intended.”

Fantasy (DMR Books): To cut straight to the one-line review: Jamie Williamson’s The Evolution of Modern Fantasy (Palgrave McMillan, 2015) is a must-read if you’re at all interested in how the popular genre now known as “fantasy” came about. Even if it’s a little difficult to obtain and get into. Williamson is both an academic and “one of us.” A senior lecturer in English at the University of Vermont, he’s taught a number of classes that I’d love to audit (Tolkien’s Middle Earth, Science Fiction & Fantasy Literature, King Arthur).

Historical Fiction (Jess Nevins): Hereward the Wake was written by the Rev. Charles Kingsley and first appeared in as a magazine serial in 1865 before publication as a novel in 1869. It is a fictionalization of the life of the historical Hereward the Wake (circa 1035-circa 1072), a rebel against the eleventh century Norman invasion and occupation of England. Although he became a national hero to the English and the subject of many legends and songs, little is known for certain about Hereward, and it is theorized that he was actually half-Danish rather than of Saxon descent.

Art (Mens Pulp Magazines): During the summer and fall of 2019, we worked with the great illustration artist Mort Künstler, his daughter Jane Künstler, President of Kunstler Enterprises, and Mort’s archivist Linda Swanson on an art book featuring classic men’s adventure magazine cover and interior paintings Mort did during the first major phase of his long career. That book, titled MORT KÜNSTLER: THE GODFATHER OF PULP FICTION ILLUSTRATORS, is now available on Amazon in the US and worldwide. It’s also available on the Barnes & Noble website and via the Book Depository site, which offers free shipping to anywhere in the world.

Gaming (Tim Brannon): Palace of the Vampire Queen. In the beginning, there was a belief that all DMs would naturally create all their own adventures and there was no market for pre-written ones.  The only printed adventure out at this time was “Temple of the Frog” in Blackmoor.  Seeing a need, the Palace of the Vampire Queen was written by Pete and Judy Kerestan. Yes, the very first adventure was co-written by a woman. The first edition was self-published, followed by a second and third edition by Wee Warriors (1976 and 1977) and distributed exclusively by TSR.

Fiction (DMR Books): Last summer, I was fortunate enough to acquire the copyrights to Merritt’s material from the previous owners.  Along with the rights, I received a few boxes of papers, which I’ve enjoyed going through during the past few months, and which I anticipate will provide me with many more enjoyable evenings perusing them.  Among these were papers relating to Merritt and the Avon reprints.  Some of this takes the form of correspondence between Merritt’s widow, Eleanor, and the literary agent she’d engaged for Merritt’s work, Brandt & Brandt.  Others are contracts with Avon, as well as Avon royalty statements.

Pournelle (Tip the Wink): Here, all of Pournelle’s best short work has been collected in a single volume. There are over a dozen short stories, each with a new introduction by editor and longtime Pournelle assistant John F. Carr, as well as essays and remembrances by Pournelle collaborators and admirers.” My take: I enjoyed this a lot. It had been a while since I read any Pournelle (and then almost always with Niven). I’m now tempted to reread The Mote In God’s Eye.

Gaming (Reviews From R’lyeh): Ruins of the North is an anthology of scenarios for The One Ring: Adventures over the Edge of the Wild Roleplaying Game, the recently cancelled roleplaying game published by Cubicle Seven Entertainment which remains the most highly regarded, certainly most nuanced of the four roleplaying games to explore Tolkien’s Middle Earth. It is a companion to Rivendell, the supplement which shifted the roleplaying game’s focus from its starting point to the east of the Misty Mountains, upon Mirkwood and its surrounds with Tales from Wilderland and The Heart of the Wild to the west of the Misty Mountains.

Art (Dark Worlds Quarterly): Being an artist for Weird Tales was not a fast track to fame and fortune. It is only in retrospect that names like Hugh Rankin, A. R. Tilburne, Hannes Bok, Lee Brown Coye and Vincent Napoli take on a luster of grandeur. At the time, the gig of producing illos for Weird Tales was low-paying and largely obscure. Some, like Lee Brown Coye, were able to establish their reputations in the art world after a long apprenticeship in the Pulps. Most are the select favorites of fans. Boris Dolgov was one of these truly brilliant illustrators who time has not been as kind to as should be.

Tolkien (Karavansara): But what really struck me in the whole thing was something that emerged from the debate: some fans said the novel should have been translated by a Tolkien fan, and by someone with a familiarity with fantasy. But other have pointed out that The Lord of the Rings is not fantasy. And my first reaction was, what the heck, with all those elves and orcs, wizards and a fricking magical ring and all the rest, you could have fooled me.

Tolkien (Sacnoth’s Scriptorium): So, I’ve been thinking back over Christopher Tolkien’s extraordinary achievements and wondering which was the most exceptional. A strong case can be made for the 1977 SILMARILLION. In retrospect, now that all the component pieces of that work have seen the light in the HISTORY OF MIDDLE-EARTH series we can see just how difficult his task was, and how comprehensively he mastered it. Special mention shd be made of one of the few passages of that work which we know Christopher himself wrote, rather than extracted from some manuscript of his father: the death of Thingol down in the dark beneath Menegroth, looking at the light of the Silmaril.

Art (Illustrator Spotlight): Many of you have seen some of the pulp covers he created; most likely those for The Spider, Terror Tales, Dime Mystery or Dime Detective. I was recently reading a blog post about David Saunder’s book on DeSoto (I can’t find the link to the blog anymore), and one of the comments was about how the commenter didn’t believe that DeSoto deserved a book, having painted only garish, violent covers. My reaction was immediate; I felt like telling the commenter to go forth and multiply, in slightly different words of course.

Martial Arts (Rawle Nyanzi): Yesterday, I put up a blog post where I showed videos discussing Andrew Klavan’s comments regarding women and swordfighting (namely, that women are utterly useless at it.) As one would expect, this has been discussed all around the internet, but much of it involves virtue signalling. To cut through a lot of that fog, I will show you a video by medieval swordsmanship YouTuber Skallagrim, in which he discusses the comments with two female HEMA practitioners — one old, one young.

Fiction (Black Gate): Changa’s Safari began in 1986 as a concept inspired by Robert E. Howard’s Conan. I wanted to create a heroic character with all the power and action of the brooding Cimmerian but based on African history, culture and tradition. Although the idea came early, the actual execution didn’t begin until 2005, when I decided to take the plunge into writing and publishing. During its creation I had the great fortune to meet and become friends with Charles R. Saunders, whose similar inspiration by Howard led to the creation of the iconic Imaro. What was planned to be a short story became a five-volume collection of tales that ended a few years ago with Son of Mfumu.

Gaming (Sorcerer’s Skull): The Arimites have the gloomy environment of Robert E. Howard’s Cimmerians and elements of a number of hill or mountain folk. They’ve got a thing for knives like the Afghans of pulp tradition with their Khyber knives, though the Arimites mostly use throwing knives. They’re miners, and prone to feuding and substance abuse, traits often associated with Appalachian folk. I say play up that stuff and add a bit from the Khors of Vance’s Tshcai–see the quote at the start, and here’s another: “they consider garrulity a crime against nature.”

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[grumpyblackbird]

When you close your eyes,

You can see the day rewind,

All the laughs and stupid fights,

You and I we roll like thunder in the skies.

Just like a party breaks at dawn,

It never stops for long.

I will return in every song and each sunset.

- ‚I will return‘ Skylar Grey

[grumpyblackbird]

Eleanor smiles a little secret smile. „Stubborn you are, my lord. Yet, this trait might help you one day. The road is long and the days are growing shorter. Let us take what little peace these days may offer.“ and peaceful it was. Standing here next to these two stallions, who seem to also enjoy each other’s company, and this strong willed men she surely seemed to have forgotten about the impending doom. Not only for herself but maybe for all of Middle-Earth.

„The world lies ahead and home is behind. Past onto me from my father was the gift of foresight. The future is sometimes known to me. But it is a dark future which brought me here. To stay behind would have meant to accept this fate. But I wish to fight and not wait for the inevitable end.“ She was only vague in her words on purpose. It was not common for her to be this frank but something about Éomer made her want to tell him everything she was feeling. She was scared of her fate. Scared of dying. Scared she might never see the hidden valley again. Yet, she remained stubborn und kept pushing onward towards the next fight.

„If sleep shall claim you, I shall make sure you won’t miss the morning muster. We do not want to leave you behind, now would we?“ Eleanor tried to lighten the mood with this little joke and hoped it had worked.

theladyranger 

Eleanor watched him silently for a while. She, too, has always been able to find comfort around horses. They don’t judge you for your fears, they just take you for who you are. It surprised her that her black one just accepted his ministrations without a fuss. He was usually a picky one. „He is wise and yet he is a stubborn one.“

She stepped around him and took his place next to Firefoot. Carefully she started to pet him and to stroke her fingers through his mane. „War is not only the province of men. A woman can wield a blade or bow just as deadly as a man. I am not one to be cooped up and kept safely hidden behind walls.”

Eleanor kept watch of him. It soothes her to see him like that. He almost looked carefree. “Maybe you should my lord. You would not only keep the horses company but me as well.”

Éomer gently stroked his palm along the neck of Eleanor’s ebony stallion, his gaze only leaving the steed when he was told that that very same horse was also very stubborn. “Ah, now that is a trait both these brave stallions here do share. It is good fortune, or perhaps not so, that I have stubbornness to match my mount, yet loyal Firefoot remains. He would lead me to and beyond the very gates of Mordor if I wished him to, yet if a serpent he encountered, we would be taking the long way ‘round to avoid it, whether I cared or nay.”

The horse-lord raised his head as Eleanor’s horse nibbled at his hair once more and Firefoot whinnied softly at the dark-haired elf now at his other side. The horses seemed now much more calm what with the attention and the petting.

A brow raised when she told him that women could wield a weapon as well as a man, and a quiet sigh left his lips. The elf really was quite like his younger sister, with an admirable spirit but also rather reckless behavior. “I am not doubting your ability with a weapon, Eleanor. I hear that elves are more deadly and trained than I have been lead to believe, hearing only of their magic and their merry song. I admit that I see not the joy that battle and blood might bring to a woman, especially an elf who lives not near danger or a young woman who has opportunity to rule in the King’s stead, as my sister. Would not you rather remain behind, safe from the foul beasts of the Black Land?”

A hint of a sigh came from Éomer when Eleanor encouraged his thought, to keep the horses and her company. That idea did sound much more pleasant than tossing and turning ‘bout on his cot, fearing the ghostly figures of the mountains. If he had been tired enough by the time all grew dark, he could remain outside of his tent until sleep took forcible hold over him. He nodded, turning to the elf once more. “I shall. I will remain out by the fire and the horses until dawn breaks or sleep takes me.”

[reality-warp]

Point That Thing Somewhere Else: Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bonus

A/N: In answer to the very popular AU question in my inbox: what would it have been like if Eleanor had woken 65-ish years earlier in The Hobbit timeline, and joined the Company of Thorin Oakenshield instead of the Fellowship? Well…

We were down there for what felt like days before Thorin finally returned, informing us unashamedly that he’d insulted the king of the Woodland Realm into imprisoning us for probably the next hundred years.

I didn’t have the energy to be mad.

Or scared.

Or react at all really. Even when the occasional annoyed guard came to check up on us and peered curiously at me through the bars..

I was truly exhausted, and must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I knew I’d woken up suddenly hours later, chilly, and curled on my side on the smooth stone of my cell.

How long had I been out?

It must have been a while. The rest of the company were all finally quiet again after hours of hurling dwarves abuse. And there was the sound of something going on up on the floors above. Sounds of laughter, and music, and the unmistakable clamours of happy, drunken merriment.

Whatever it was going on up there, it sounded like a miles better party than anything I’d ever seen thrown in Rivendell. I was almost sorry I hadn’t tried to blag my way out by cunning use of my elf status.

Almost.

As I sat up something metallic clattered to the stone beside me. I jumped a little at the echoing sound piercing the quiet, but relaxed when I saw it was only one of my little throwing knives — one of the few I’d managed to hide before we’d been forced to give up all out weapons by the supermodel brigade. The sight of it was oddly welcoming in the dim light of my cell, and a comforting weight in my hand when I picked it up, twirling it between my fingers like a pen.

“Where did you get that?”

This time, I did jump. The male voice had come from right outside my cell, and I jerked my head up to see the blond Disney prince glaring down at me from right outside the bars.

What the hell? How had he got so close without me hearing him?

His icy grey-blue eyes were fixed on the little throwing blade in my hand, his expression stuck somewhere between and confused and annoyed.

I smiled up at him, hiding my nerves behind the practiced wall of bravado I’d been perfecting over the past few weeks walking and talking with Fili and Kili. This prissy git didn’t need to know that I’d accidentally sliced through half the laces on the front of my breastband in my haste to hide the little blade up there. Or that I’d had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from wincing every time the hilt poked into my boob as we’d been walked inside the halls.

“What? This little thing?” I asked, twirling the blade between my fingers like it was a playing card or a poker chip. “It’s barely a toothpick. I have surgical needles that could do more damage.”

The handsome elf didn’t look in the least bit impressed. He just stuck a bare upturned hand through the bars, and I noticed he’d changed out of his previous leather armour and gloves into so a simple green tunic — the nearest equivalent to casual wear elves generally got.

If it wasn’t for the death glare, he’d have almost looked at ease. At home.

“Hand it over,” he ordered. I eyed him, still smirking.

“Afraid I’ll pick my way out?”

He glared harder.

“Even if you did, there is nowhere in these halls where you could run.”

“You haven’t seen me run,” I countered, standing up to face him very carefully so I was exactly two paces from the door.

I’d worked out earlier that my cell was just big enough that if I stood in the absolute centre, I’d be just out of reach of anyone’s fingers were they to try and grab me through the bars. The dark expression that crept into his eyes said he knew it too, and I held up the little knife pretending to inspect it for dents.

“You know, highness,” I said feigning confidence I didn’t quite feel, and got a twinge of satisfaction at seeing his eye begin to twitch. “Just because you’re a prince doesn’t actually mean that everything you say goes. As you so eloquently pointed out earlier, you’re not my sovereign. So, if you want this back, you’re going to have to unlock that door to get to it.”

Judging by the look on his face moments before I was pretty sure my baiting words would have condensed his quiet annoyance into outright anger. Instead, his face shifted from a deep frown to a quietly puzzled expression, looking at me through the bars as if trying to solve a riddle in his head. Then his eyes flicked to the knife still held loosely in my grip, closed his eyes, shook his head, and walked away towards the stairs.

He’d barely gone a few steps when a nagging question flew out of me.

“How are the others?” I heard myself call before I could think better of it.

I knew he’d heard me when his footsteps halted. I really expected him to just ignore me and continue back to the party upstairs. So it was a bit of a surprise when he answered.

“They’re sleeping…” he said quietly, paused, then added; “And snoring.”

The air escaped my lungs in a rush of relief.

“Good,” I whispered, closing my eyes for a second, letting a little of the anxiety leave me. “It’s been a long journey, they’re all exhausted. Might not be high class accommodation but at least they’re getting time to rest properly.”

Maybe the wine he’d had at the feast upstairs had loosened his rigid grasp of protocol because when I opened my eyes he was at the bars of my cells again. Only this time he didn’t look angry, annoyed, or judgment. He just looked confused.

“You care about their wellbeing so much?” He asked softly. He actually had a nice voice now that it wasn’t laced with distain. Low, smooth, and surprisingly gentle.

I met his eyes through the bars and refused to flinch away from them.

“I’m their healer. It’s my job.”

“And what does a Dwarven company require of an Elven healer?” He asked, that curious gleam never leaving his eyes.

I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Besides a regular cure for hangovers?” I asked, folding my arms and smiling at him. He didn’t look impressed, rolling his eyes and starting to turn away again. The odd thing was, for some reason, the very idea of him going and leaving me here on my own in the quiet again made me feel cold. So, again, I spoke without thinking. “Your Guard Captain was down here earlier. She seems to have grown quite fond of our second youngest and his tall tales.”

Again, he stopped. Well froze really, only turning back to face me after he’d schooled his handsome face into a deliberately neutral expression.

It looked a little like he’s just bitten into a lemon.

“What?”

I shrugged again. “Your Guard Captain. You know: hazel eyes, wicked with daggers, long red hair past her hips. She was down here listening to Kili telling stories just a little while ago.”

Now it looked as if he’d bitten into a rotten lemon.

“What? You disapprove?” I asked amused, eyeing him closely. When he didn’t react, I leaned forward, squinting at him. Then my eyes widened as I realised what he was trying to hide. “Oh my God, you’re jealous!”

That spurned Disney prince analogy was starting to look rather accurate.

“I am certainly not,” Legolas’s sharp cheekbones coloured very slightly as he scowled at me. I snorted.

“Please, with a pokerface like that you have no secrets.”

His annoyed expression turned even more pink around the ears, and I almost regretted the jibe. Trying to soften my amused expression, I inclined my head to him.

“Have you thought about just telling her?”

I don’t think I could have gotten a most flustered reaction from if I’d started stripping right there in the cell.

“That is not—” he all but sputtered, unable to hide the reddening of his cheeks, neck and ears, even when he dragged a hand down the centre if his face. He half sighed half growled at me. “Even if I were, I hardly think it is any concern of yours.”

I just raised an eyebrow at him. He glared down at me for a long moment, then finally made a disgusted noise, all but throwing his hands up in defeat.

“You truly expect me to take romantic advice from a prisoner being held in my own cells?”

“They aren’t your cells, Prince Charming, they’re the King’s. Anyway, it’s not like I have anything better to do in here than hand out unsolicited advice.” I waved a hand as if sweeping away the idea, leaning towards him a little more in question. “So?”

He looked away down the hall at the other cells, rubbing the back of his neck in aggravation, as if afraid another guard might appear on the stairs and overhear him. But he didn’t leave.

“I… have considered it,” he admitted reluctantly. I nodded in understanding, refusing to let the amused smile onto my face.

“She seems fond of you.”

“Not in that way.”

“I noticed that too,” I said gently. “I’m sorry.”

His handsome face twisted at the edges, a dark look slipping down over his eyes as he stared hard at me through the gloom.

“I do not require your pity.”

I rolled my eyes at him, not even trying to hide my annoyance.

“It’s not pity, you knob. Its empathy,” I snapped, sinking down to sit crosslegged on the floor of my cell, leaning my elbows on my knees. “I know what its like to not feel good enough for someone.”

Silence hung in the air like fog for a long while. I didn’t bother to look up, and was half sure he’d vanished back upstairs again. But then he asked me something I hadn’t been asked in almost three years.

“What is your name?”

I looked up from the stone floor of my prison to meet his eyes. His pokerface was back in place, but his eyes were no longer chips of ice boring into mine. They were the soft grey-blue of a winter sky at dawn, when the sunlight is a gentle warmth on your skin, but the frost in the air is crisp enough to show each of your breaths as steam…

“Eleanor,” I answered softly, hearing myself as if far away, then without thinking added; “my friends call me Ellie.”

Now why the hell had I told him that?

“And why are you travelling with thirteen Dwarves, Eleanor?” He asked, nodding his head towards the other cells where I could hear Dwalin and Bomber snoring. I rolled my shoulders in a tired shrug.

“Does it matter? It won’t change the fact that I have a set of bars between me a freedom now.”

“Maybe not,” he admitted, stepping a little closer to said bars. “But I would still like to know.”

I’d never been very good a lying, and I’d never liked doing it even when I had to. I’d barely known this pointy-eared guy for a few hours, if that. I didn’t like him, and I didn’t trust him. But for some reason the very idea of being even vaguely dishonest with him made my stomach twist in discomfort. I couldn’t explain why, but it felt like he’d know I was deceiving him by just hearing my voice.

I shifted in my sitting position, suddenly uncomfortable there on the cold stone floor.

“I’m… looking for something. Or someone, I guess,” I admitted, avoiding his eyes and instead fixing my gaze on his tunic’s embroidered collar. “… My brother.”

“Would I know him by name?” He asked. I pulled a face and shook my head in an uncertain motion.

“I don’t know. I’m having some… issues with my memory. I can only remember a nickname, a voice, and a face… Var. His name is Var. Curly brown hair, green eyes like mine.” I explained, curling my arms around myself, the words tumbling out of me without me really thinking about them, or who I was offering them up to. “I know it’s not much to go on.”

He inclined his head in agreement, that gentle look in his cool eyes softening just a little more than before.

“Indeed not. Though if I happen to hear of him, I will inform you.”

I blinked up at him in surprise. But I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Thanks,” I murmured, a bit dazed by the sudden civilness. He just nodded at me in acceptance of the gratitude, and before he could move to either speak again or walk away, and shifted forward to interrupt him. “By the way there is something I wanted to ask of you actually.”

Now it was his turn to raise a dark gold eyebrow at me.

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“My knife, the one you took back in the forest…”

Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw a flicker of remorse cross his features before it was smoothed away.

“I cannot return it to you while you are still a prisoner,” he told me gently.

“Obviously not,” I said impatiently, sighing and giving him what I hoped was a sincere look. “Just… look after it for me, please? It’s very important to me.”

To my surprise, he didn’t turn his nose up at me or sneer. He looked me dead in the face and inclined his head, placing his head over his heart in promise as he did.

“No harm will come to it. You have my word.”

I don’t know why, but I believed him completely, and the relief that came with it forced the breath from me in a rush.

“Thank you,” I smiled, genuinely this time.

Again, maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn for a second that he almost returned it, the corner of his lip twitching ever so slightly upwards…

“Though, on that subject of blades, there is just one more problem that requires my attention.”

“And what is—?”

Before I knew what was happening, his arm had shot through the bars like a striking snake, seizing me by the wrist. I was pulled off the floor as he yanked me towards him, falling hard against the door at an awkward angle. My knife — which I’d almost entirely forgotten I was holding — fell from my fingers, and went clattering through the bars and across the floor outside.

Bloody hell, he was strong.

I could almost feel the future ring of finger-shaped bruises encircling my wrist. I was almost too shocked to react at first, the sudden pain rushing up my side from where I’d hit the doorway. Pulling myself out of my daze I noticed absently that he was still holding my arm in his hand, though not nearly as firmly as before. I automatically opened my mouth to give him an ear full and…

And the words died instantly on my tongue.

I hadn’t realised how close we’d got when he pulled me to the door, and the shock had forced me to suck in a startled breath. And with it, the unmistakable scent of freshly cut grass, pine needles, the aroma of a forest after a rainstorm, all lightly tinged with the rich notes of red elvish wine…

His scent, my subconscious purred, the thought sending an uncomfortably warm sensation pulsing through me.

But that made no sense. How could one person smell like all those things at once?

My nose had become ludicrously good as an elf. I could identify most toxins and herbs just by their scent alone, but this was…

Whatever had just happened to me, something similar have obviously happened with him too. The blond elf prince just stared at me incredulously, still gripping my bare wrist, though his hold had gone slack. I could feel the warmth of his paralysed fingers on my skin, his blue-grey eyes wide with shock, lips slightly parted…

And barely inches away from my own.

I jerked away from the bars on instinct, falling onto my butt and trying to put as much distance as I could between our faces. He made no attempt to hold me there. He just stared slack-jawed and wide-eyed at me, like I’d just whispered a terrible secret in his ear.

“Wha…what just…?”

But I didn’t get a chance to finish asking what in hell had just happened before he stood, winter sky eyes still wide, and fled back up the stairs on eerily soundless feet.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bonus

[ladyeowyn]

nickie!! congrats on 4k!! you deserve it so much, your blog is incredible!!! and i'm really looking forward to next week's carnaval holiday! my dad rented a house with a swimming pool for 5 days and it's gonna be so much fun!! + 🌸(okay so i think my aesthetic is fluffy cats, sunflowers, cool stones, heavy rain and sweaters! also, if u wanna check out my pinterest board, pinterest(.)com/avengerns/my-aes) and 🌹 ⚔ please!! thanks for doing these!

ahhh thank you very much Lett, you're so kind!! 💖💖 that sounds like an incredible holiday, I hope you have great time and get some rest as well. 😊 here is your moodboard, I hope you like it, ty for entering and sorry for the wait 💖

J a n e  A u s t e n - e s q u e🌹• identity: the tender-hearted orphan of a mysterious origin - the rich & independent heiress - the respectable & kind daughter of a clergyman - the perfectly tolerable & witty middle sister - the spirited & adventurous only child - the brave & lovable wallflower - the noble & wealthy patroness of arts - the enigmatic & runaway daughter of an impoverished family• occupation: gentlewoman - respectable young miss - governess - lady’s companion - theatre diva - writer - painter - explorer - piano teacher - charity worker• location: Barton Cottage - Mansfield Park - Hartfield - Kellynch Hall - Northanger Abbey - Netherfield - Bath - Pemberley - London• kindred spirit: Elinor Dashwood - Emma Woodhouse - Anne Eliot - Jane Bennet - Eleanor Tilney - Fanny Price - Charlotte Lucas• soulmate: Edward Ferrars - Colonel Brandon - Mr Darcy - Elizabeth Bennet - George Knightley - Frederick Wentworth - Henry Tilney - Catherine Morland - Edmund Bertram• quote: “I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”• following: no(t yet) sorry, but ily ♥ - now! - yes ofc - always and forever

T o l k i e n ⚔• race: maia - elf - human - hobbit - dwarf• location: Gondolin - Rivendell - Alqualondë - Lothlórien - Mirkwood - Minas Tirith - Edoras - Fangorn Forest - Bag End - Erebor - Lake Town - Ithilien - Tol Galen - Dol Amroth• occupation: Dúnedain ranger - rider of Rohan - shieldmaiden - soldier of Gondor - lord / lady of (Númenór - Gondor - Rohan - the Noldor - the Sindar - the Teleri) - Galadhrim warrior - jeweller & weaponsmith - scholar & librarian - gardener - burglar• weapon: sword (Ringil- Andúril - Guthwine - Orcrist - Glamdring - Sting) - Gondolin knife - spear Aeglos - longbow of the Galadhrim - Númenorian steelbow - Black Arrow - the Phial of Galadriel• jewel: the Silmarils - ring of power (the One Ring - Nenya - Narya - Vilya) - Arkenstone - the Ring of Barahir - the Evenstar necklace• Vala: Manwë - Ulmo - Aulë - Oromë - Mandos - Lórien - Tulkas - Varda - Yavanna - Nienna - Estë - Vairë - Vána - Nessa - Melkor

[culpers]

tagged by the lovely @richiegeeko! thank you! ❤

RULES: TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

relationship status: single and decidedly so. 

lipstick or chapstick: both.

last song/music i listened to: primavera by ludovico einaudi.

top 3 shows: 

turn: washington’s spies. this show ripped me out of my previous fandom, kicking and screaming, and has since remained in the #1 position.

shadowhunters. it was supposed to be a light watch and look at me now. invested. invested so much in seeing malec unfold because it isn’t cheap and teasing, and that’s freakin’ beautiful. 

hmm, it’s somewhere kind of between mercy street and timeless right now? because i’ve just recently started both, so they’re all nice and fresh and a+. 

top 3 characters: 

oh god, dear culper sr. and jr., because you can make me pick between my boys. they’re a set.

alec lightwood. there’s some weird theme here with emotional repression so far, but also he’s just. he’s a gender-swapped me and i’m not sure what that says. where’s my magnus. 

...lady mary from being human, a true inspiration. (if not her, then stuart from vicious, because i like a favorite that represents my sarcastic aspirations.)

top 3 ships: 

abe/rob. of course my first answer to this is going to be the same as above, i know, but look at my username, okay, what did anyone really expect of me? 

malec. don’t touch me right now.

eleanor/max, the one shout out to black sails right now because these two. for as much as i enjoyed anne/max, there’s a certain je ne sais quoi that has kept these two my otp.

tagging: @permanentmochakisses, HELLO I MISS YOU. @megushie, @rivendells, @anniebonny, @terumiafuro, @flipfloplogic, @thail, @mercurygray, @shortromantic.

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Eleanor had watched him guardedly while she escorted him through the halls. She hadn’t chosen this path on purpose because every hall and room in her home was full of history and relics.

While Boromir was left in his room Eleanor walked down to the kitchen area and prepared a meal. There wasn’t much meat but a lot of vegetables, fruit and of course Lembas.

She took her time, knowing he would want to clean up and she wouldn’t want to hurry him.

It was after a while that she returned and announced herself by knocking on his door.

“My Lord, are you decent?”

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Eleanor smiles as she heard the evidence of this man’s hunger.

“I will show you to your quarters.”

She turned around and walked up the steps leading to the main house. He would be staying there as he was an honored guest and a noble man. Walking along the halls, she came to a stop in front of a door and opened it.

“This is where you will be staying, my Lord. Everything you need you’ll find inside. I will have some refreshments brought in for you.”

Boromir nodded his assent. It was difficult not to stop and stare as she escorted him though the Last Homely House. Relics of history covered the walls and sat on shelves. Tapestries and art depicting heroes of ages past looked down upon the son of Gondor as they moved through the ancient halls. A thought was given to Faramir who would have known the events and people involved. No doubt he would have found an elf to teach him their language, his mind being able to soak it up like a sponge. A half smile flickered across Boromir’s face. The thought bringing comfort and loneliness.

“You are very generous. You have my deepest gratitude, my lady.”

He stepped inside to survey the room. A small balcony peeked through an open door, the beauty of Imladris would spread out before him if he but opened it further. Other needs were more pressing, a basin and ewer set upon a small table enticed him to start with a cleaning.