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rangers-arecool · 3 months ago
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Working on owes gradually.
In the meantime:
Starter calls can be found at the following links: The Hobbit | Rangers | Summer fun | Shipping
Info on the two main AU verses I have: Sentinel/Tolkien crossover | Fading Light Comment below if you'd like a starter based in one of these verses
Meme tag is: *|* to go where the wind takes us *|* :: memes Open starters can be found by using the tag: *|* when one door closes / another door opens *|* :: open starter
New verse across all my blogs Shipping based: *|* “ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴀʟʟɪᴇs ᵗᵒ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇs / ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᴄʜᴇʀɪsʜ ᵗʰᵉ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ. ” *|* :: land of new feelings
Connections If you'd like a connection with Hal, be that Platonic, Familial or Romantic, DM me or comment. Her current connections can be found here.
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rangers-are-cool-moved · 1 year ago
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For: Open | Let me know if you want this tagged to a specific muse Muse: Hal Verse: Fading Light
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  As a Dúnedan and a Ranger of the North, trust was not something she was used to being granted. In the darkened days of the third Age, that trust had grown - but not when it came to her. The actions of her parents had always worked against her, despite being trusted by her own kin.
  The so-called fight and her subsequent abandonment to the Darkside had proven that she couldn't be trusted. But few outside of Aragorn and the Dúnedain knew the truth. It was all a lie, used to protect her on the undercover mission to Angmar. A task that even many of her kin had baulked at.
"Get.. the Hobbits.. out of.. here..."
  Her help had made the way to Mordor and Mount Doom far easier, although no one had known. Not even her kin. The Hobbits had been her priority and with the One Ring now destroyed, Hal knew that getting them away from the erupting volcano was all that mattered.
  Death had never really phased her. Not when she had one foot in the Dead for decades. And her injuries ensured that getting off the volcano under her own power wasn't going to happen. So dying here was the only other option.
GANDALF AND THE EAGLES DECIDED OTHERWISE.
  The former Esteldin Commander had been fighting to stay conscious ever since reaching the top of Mt Doom. But getting picked up by Landroval finally allowed her to pass out, knowing Frodo and Sam would be safe. Her own safety was just an after thought.
  But that would soon alter when the Ranger woke up in the High Healing Halls within Minas Tirith. There had been a few times when they thought she wouldn't stir at all. As typical though, she was alone when dark grey eyes began to flicker open for the first time in a month.
  Making it a surprise when the first visitor came to sit at her bedside. "Water please..."
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valanvar · 5 days ago
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50 dialogue prompts set in the dark, high-fantasy universe of Tolkien, inspired by Middle-earth’s intense struggles, deep mysteries, and complex characters. They lean into the darker themes, exploring the shades of betrayal, loyalty, loss, and the consuming nature of power.
𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊, 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖆 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖓𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗.
"This road leads only to ruin... yet it is the only path we have left."
"If you wish to see the dawn, cast away the ring, for it will end us both."
"They call me kin, but I know the gleam of greed in their eyes."
"Not all shadows are cast by the Dark Lord; some are born within our own hearts."
"Do you truly believe these stones remember? That they hold whispers of ages past?"
"You swore no oath to the light; will you then take one for the dark?"
"In war, we lose parts of ourselves that no magic or power can restore."
"The elves may sing of peace, but even they sharpen their blades in secret."
"I have walked among the dead, and even they fear what stirs in Mordor."
"Not every hero wears armor, and not every villain bears a crown."
"What good is victory if we become the very darkness we fought to defeat?"
"Do you not hear the mountains mourn, the rivers weep, for what is to come?"
"Your blood is rich with power, but power has a way of devouring its master."
"Once, I fought for honor. Now, I fight only to survive."
"You think love can save us? In Mordor, love is just another weapon."
"The stars fade, the trees die, and even the earth trembles. What hope have we?"
"Darkness has many forms, but the worst is that which lies in the heart."
"They say no one escapes the mines of Moria, but I have… at a terrible cost."
"There is no throne worth sitting upon if it’s bought with the souls of the innocent."
"The wise speak of light and dark, but they forget that shadows give both shape."
"To rule is to destroy, whether by peace or by war."
"I saw the fires of Mount Doom and felt the weight of eternity pressing down upon me."
"It is not the sword that wounds most, but the choice to wield it."
"Elves may dance in moonlight, but they leave death in the shadows."
"These stones were once proud, now they crumble, just as kingdoms do."
"Do you feel it? The world grows colder, and not from winter alone."
"Some battles are not won by strength, but by the silence of a shadow."
"To seek immortality is to walk hand-in-hand with madness."
"Even Sauron was once noble; do not let your heart follow his path."
"It is not the fire that consumes, but the spark that ignites it."
"The wind carries whispers of betrayal, and even the trees cannot be trusted."
"For every sword raised in courage, there lies a thousand hearts broken."
"Once, I trusted the light, but now I see it can blind as surely as darkness."
"The line between enemy and ally is as thin as a sword’s edge."
"When all you hold dear is lost, tell me then, what price would you not pay?"
"In the end, the strongest weapon is neither sword nor spell, but despair."
"I remember when this valley was green… now it reeks of decay."
"The One Ring may be gone, but evil does not die so easily."
"Every victory costs a piece of our souls; what shall we have left?"
"How long can a heart bear the burden of hate before it becomes what it despises?"
"They say the Shire is untouched… but shadows creep, even there."
"To be mortal is to suffer, and to be immortal is to watch suffering without end."
"Magic is neither light nor dark; it is only as twisted as the hand that wields it."
"The fire in the mountain may sleep, but it has not forgotten its rage."
"Even the bravest fear what lies beyond the veil of death."
"They call it victory, but what they don't see is the cost yet to be paid."
"Beware of those who offer help in dark times; even shadows seek companions."
"Hope is the cruelest gift of all; it leads you onward, even unto ruin."
"I have walked the long path of sorrow; tell me, what would you give to walk another?"
"Evil lies not in power, but in the hands of those who would use it."
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amid-ice-and-snow · 10 months ago
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Verses for Elrohir
Always welcome to ask if you'd like poke at a particular personal verse.
Personal verses *|* finding strength as a family *|* :: after celebrian sails *|* feeling the emotions of others can often mean hell *|* :: elrohir is a empath | au *|* the time will come when i'll see them again *|* :: elrohir stays behind | au *|* there was a point when mischief was the name of our game *|* :: chaos causing elfling *|* when a son falls in his mother's place *|* :: elrohir crosses the redhorn pass with celebrian | au *|* when the blood of Man is stronger *|* :: illnesses | au *|* a mother dead / a father unknown *|* :: becoming a parent
Verses Information Crossed between: Elrohir stays behind & becoming a parent | here
Shared verses
Main
*|* when a hobbit goes a walkin' with 13 dwarves & a wizard *|* :: the hobbit *|* to walk among the shadows in order to protect those in the light *|* :: between the hobbit & lotr *|* the beacons are lit / Gondor calls for aid | :: the war of the ring *|* when all is said and done / it's time to go home *|* :: the war is over
AU
*|* when the light fades away *|* :: sauron has won | info here *|* being empathic doesn't mean you are weak *|* :: sentinel/guide | info here
This will probably be added to later.
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Elrohir muse on the brain. Always welcome to ask if you'd like poke at a particular personal verse.
Personal verses #*|* finding strength as a family *|* :: after celebrian sails #*|*| feeling the emotions of others can often mean hell *|* :: elrohir is a empath | au #*|* the time will come when i'll see them again *|* :: elrohir stays behind | au #*|* there was a point when mischief was the name of our game *|* :: chaos causing elfling #*|* when a son falls in his mother's place *|* :: elrohir crosses the redhorn pass with celebrian | au #*|* when the blood of Man is stronger *|* :: illnesses | au #*|* a mother dead / a father unknown *|* :: becoming a parent
Verses Information Crossed between: Elrohir stays behind & becoming a parent | here
Shared verses
Main
*|* when a hobbit goes a walkin' with 13 dwarves & a wizard *|* :: the hobbit *|* to walk among the shadows in order to protect those in the light *|* :: between the hobbit & lotr *|* the beacons are lit / Gondor calls for aid *|* :: the war of the ring *|* when all is said and done / it's time to go home *|* :: the war is over
AU
#*|* when the light fades away *|* :: sauron has won #*|* being empathic doesn't mean you are weak *|* :: sentinel/guide
This will probably be added to later.
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bloodwingblackbird · 3 years ago
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I wish you would write a fic where Maglor has to pass through the dead marshes to reach something dear to him
Is this something?
The place smells better than it had the last time he was here, but Maglor is not much happier to have returned. In all fairness, the last time he was here, he had been hiding amongst the Numenorean host, hiding his ears beneath one of their ridiculous winged helms (taken from a corpse) (he wasn’t using it anymore), hiding his eyes with a gaze fixed firmly on the ground.
He’d had good reason to watch the ground. The battle had churned it into a perilous mire, mud that was as much blood as water, accidental caltrops of lost, broken weaponry, and the more mournful obstacle: the dead themselves. It had been the work of long days to bury them all, even as hastily and disrespectfully as they had done. Maglor had longed for the clean fire that had claimed his father, his brothers, but these Men buried their dead, even though the wet was everywhere, seeming to rise up through the very ground.
What Maglor wouldn’t have given for a single, clean stone.
There were marshes already, even then, to the northwest, and during the long battle, they had lost many to their mires, to their own pride and impatience. Still not satisfied, the marshes had sent forth great hosts of biting flies that harried them, worst at dawn and dusk, but never truly leaving them in peace, so that even their rest was punctuated by tiny wounds, every inch of uncovered skin marked by the attacks, even long after the battle had ended.
The battle now is over, the age passed away, and a new one begun. They won that war, perhaps, but now that he looks upon this place again, Maglor thinks that it was the marshes that were the true victor.
He has already been walking for days when he finds himself at their edges, at the strange border of a place not entirely land, not entirely water, the border no more sharp edged than the rest of it. It’s the smell that reaches him first. Again, it is not as bad as when he had worked to bury their dead, muck and blood to the shoulders, feet that hadn’t been dry in months, nose and lungs so full of the stench that he couldn’t even smell it anymore. There’s still a reek in the air, an almost visible fug of green and rot that hovers over the area, a scent like an untended garden at the end of the summer, all mold and rotten vegetation.
The flies are still there, and Maglor wonders if he is truly the first meat they’ve seen in all these long years. No one crosses the marshes if they can help it. There is nothing on the other side, nothing for anyone who values their life and sanity, at any rate.
He slaps at his neck, a little harder than he means to, and pulls his hand away, holding it up to see the little streak of blood in the fading light. He wishes he had an option other than walking, but then, that’s the reason he is in this blighted land to begin with.
Maglor has a horse. Or. Maglor had a horse. Before a party of orcs had stolen it from him.
It had been a good horse, of Rohirrim stock. He had purchased the horse no more than the orcs had, but he treated the horse kindly and the horse liked him, and he liked the horse a good deal more than he liked anyone he had met in several centuries. So it should really have been no surprise when a raiding party of orcs had made off with his horse one night.
The surprising part is that they haven’t eaten the horse yet.
He can still see her tracks, though, her dainty hoofmarks sharp among their heavy boots, and he half-hopes they are working for someone else, someone who would want a horse for more than food, for something that would keep her alive and unharmed for a bit longer. Of course, that sort of something, stirring in the ruins of Sauron’s realm could well be its own sort of terror, but Maglor doesn’t much care to think about that. He just wants his horse back. If there is another war, he promises himself, he and his horse will go back to the coast, will make the stories true, and live out their days (or Horse’s days, at least) running in the surf and eating little crabs.
Maglor finds the edge of the dry land just as the last of the light leaves the western sky. He should stop there, make camp, wait for the dawn, but no one has ever called him wise, and he is not afraid of the place, not with the mountain dormant and Sauron defeated, but neither is he willing to spend an instant longer so close.
It is a dark night. No moon. No stars. The sort of night when the darkness hangs close about. Maglor feels that he can almost touch it, and looking down, finds his own hand extended, as if he means to push it aside.
And that’s when he notices that the darkness has lifted. He thinks that it is not real, his eyes conjuring phantoms to fill the nothingness before his eyes, but no. He moves his hand again and finds the paths of it in the air before him, wan and greenish, but there all the same, as if he has awoken something.
There’s a soft whuff and a light appears in the distance, a light that only serves to make the darkness deeper. Maglor follows. He is no fool (this is a lie, but then, Maglor often says that he is both a fool and a liar. Ask Horse); he has heard the tales of the things that lurk in the marshes. He’ll not be lured further than he means to go, but right now, he means to go a bit further, to see what he is being shown. Maglor doesn’t fear the dead, not here, not when he knows these dead, not when he laid many of them to rest, however poor a job he might have made of it.
Perhaps he should. They peer out at him from their pools, bodies that should have long since gone back to the slime and the dust. Elves, Men, Orcs, in death all the same. Maglor wonders: are they truly here, their spirits somehow held to this place, mired forever in the marshes, holding their little candles in the night, taking their only solace in the brief company of an unwary traveler?
It seems cruel. More cruel, even, than his own destiny, for he, at least, called his own fate upon himself, composed the words that will doom, have doomed, himself, his father, his brothers. These are not innocent. Few are innocent, but they went forth, knowing that while their death might await them on these fields, they knew that that would be an end, whatever end their kind can expect. But they do not deserve this.
Now he stares into the water, the face before him angry, maybe, or maybe only contorted in the agonies of his death (and who will not be angry when death comes for him?), the hands, pale now as fish, and moving in sharp spasms illuminated by the greenish light that now comes from everywhere and nowhere at once. Maglor wonders if he knew this one. Wonders if this one knows him, knows that at the end they had just been piling the bodies together, not even separating friend from foe, wonders if this is why he is unwelcome.
Or too welcome.
He looks up. There is a ring of lights about him, pale and greenish, a stench of rotten cabbage, of latrines, and there is a song. Maglor listens, for he must, because he is a singer, and who else can say that the dead came forth to teach him their songs?
The song has no words, the song barely has a tune. It’s a drone like the insect hosts of the marshes, like the heavy wind scything through the grasses, like the gurgle of mud, like the slithering of the strange foul fish that live within the mires and pools. If rot could sing, this would be its song.
It is not a lovely song, but it soothes, it quiets, it smothers, it numbs. It’s a song like wine, cloying and sweet, and Maglor has always wanted to feel less than he feels, and so he follows, deep into the Marshes, to the edge of a wider pool. His feet are wet now, but he cannot remember having stepped into the water, nor can he remember why he is on his hands and knees, bent over the water, drinking great thirsty gulps of the stagnant pool.
But he is.
He is thirsty beyond imagining, and the slimy water pours down his throat. It is not something to be sipped slowly, something that can only be consumed in gulps and he chokes as he tries to drink, but he does not stop, and the song does not stop either, and he is drowning.
The dead are beside him again, and they reach out their hands to him. They will dance now, however a corpse dances, bones and sinews and slime jerking and heaving in the swamps, and Maglor will learn their song, for he is a mighty singer. He reaches out to the one beside him, but this one is different, his winged helm (grander than the one Maglor once stole) still proud, still tall upon his head, his hair still dark, eyes still bright. He looks like Elros.
At that thought, he is gone, and Maglor is reaching out a shaking hand to the darkness.
In the morning, Maglor is still there. His throat is dry, because he has been singing all night, his chin, his throat, streaked now with silt. The marshes are greedy, because the life of a marsh, he supposes, is one of loss, of tufts of grasses, or reeds and sedges trying to hold fast to their vanishing land. They try to hold the dead, as well, but they cannot, not truly. The marsh holds their memories, though, and it pulls them out of its pockets at night, turns them over, shows them to its visitors, singing to them, “look, see what I once was. See what I still could be. Stay here, with me.” It works, sometimes, and the living become the dead, but even the dead stay only a little while.
Maglor will leave now, though. He has a horse.
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blankdblank · 4 years ago
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Ridikulus Pt 37
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Book and charm in hand you led the way through your enchanted doorway back to the arches to head to Rivendell that way with both Lords, chest puffed out fully prepared to share their markers on the union with you.
Once in the main courtyard you glanced at the pair saying, “Where would Lord Elros be? I know like three places here.”
Thranduil smirked and eased his fingertips playfully along your wrist on the start of the stroll through the kingdom remembering his first meeting of you and how you got lost after having been sent to fetch him. A couple Elleths along the way gave better direction to the path. Inside a sitting room among the Feanoreans and Gil-Galad you found Elros who rose to his feet and bowed his head to Thranduil and Glorfindel with eyes shifting to you a moment when you came into view between them. “King Thranduil, my brother is on a border run although he should return in a few hours.”
Thranduil, “Actually the Wizard who was captured by Melkor and Sauron has given his account and the location he was held in sounds similar to Numenor.” That had the others shifting as he did on his feet. “My Queen has been given the charm withholding the voyage and imprisonment if you would be up to aiding in uncovering the location?”
“Charm, how might I assist you Queen Jaqi?” he asked now with eyes fixed solely on you causing your grin to flinch out.
“Well the charm makes it easy, we just step through and flash ahead to the end and maybe you can see where he went.” Any questions they might have asked stilled at the toss of the Mirror Glass Charm that expanded to the size of a door that with one foot inside you said, “You’re going to see an eyeless weird looking creature, he won’t move as long as I don’t eat or drink anything. Other than that perfectly safe. Just enjoy the show while I wander through or you can do something else if you don’t want to watch could get a bit tedious after a while.”
Once you had passed through the mirror Amrod said, “That is not comforting to hear when traveling to new lands.”
It was confirmed they could not pass through with taps of their fingers on the glass Thranduil and Glorfindel claimed an empty set of chairs with furrowed stares at the sight of you holding the guiding wheel shaped like a time turner. The moment your fingers touched it the mirror lit up and you were in the middle of Pumpernickel in the middle of Lockhart’s send off crowd that in a mist spreading from the mirror filled the room to give each Elf watching you feel that the images were expanding out of the mirror and they were in the memory. A slight turn of the knob on the guiding wheel and the world to them moved faster while you moved Lockhart forward. Days sped on until the spot where shadows engulfed him in a cavern and with your arms crossed over your middle watching the smoke column take Lockhart across the vast empty barren lands the Lords discussed possible markers along the way.
Deep in the dark palace the conspiring Melkor and Sauron leeching strength from Lockhart on the ground you strolled past to start looking through the shelves. Shuffling small objects and papers in the shelves, the audience fought to keep their eyes on you instead of the disturbing squirming of Lockhart. All through the room you moved and surprising to them you passed through the closed door sealed and without a handle, as were the other doors you approached. The lack of handles puzzled them as well as the odd pops of bubbles of lights on the ends of each lit candle and torch along the walls casting shadows over you but not anything else in the room. Without having to move they followed along with brows furrowing in confusion with Meadhros asking, “What is she looking for?”
Glorfindel, “I have no clue. Perhaps something useful. It is peculiar how this charm enables her to travel into these moments.”
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Thranduil stood up at the appearance of a naked saggy skinned creature with empty eye sockets and eyeballs on the palms of its raised hands along the wall as you dug through a bag. Thranduil’s eyes shot open wide in helpless fright and by the time he inhaled sharply Glorfindel was up on his feet with him. The appearance of the creature didn’t go unnoticed by you as they had assumed, you looked to the creature asking, “This is edible?” Tossing that over your shoulder you said, “Ugh,” Moving on to the next shelf in the move of the creature against the wall slowly fading into it.
Four more rooms were rummaged through when you crossed a hall and the Lords gasped at your startled squeak in a hidden hatch in the floor falling out taking the carpet with it into the dark chasm below. Above your head from your wand a red beam shot off latched onto the beam above that with a tugging charm you rose up from the hole to reach with a toe to work yourself back to the floor again.
Under your breath you muttered in sheathing your wand again the search continued on as you adjusted the controller on the chain around your neck ignoring the door being slammed open in Sauron angrily coming to inspect the hole in the floor he shot a fireball down to find it empty. The three cats that climbed out of a table along the wall that came to greet him won a sigh from the Maiar and were lifted into his arms starting his own muttering path to inquire more upon the location of the rest of his cats while you carried on. Nearly an hour had passed of dodged traps, near ambushes of the Maiar inspecting more noises form you, and a room packed with cats sleeping in a sunlit room you crossed on your toes stepping between them to get across the room. All the while lifting the confusion of the onlookers which now included the freshly returned Elrond and his sons who were floored on why you were searching and Celeborn on his way to join the audience.
From living spaces you seemed to be set on searching for something still and now had you delved deeper with glowing mice to lead the path ahead. Underneath chains looped across the ceiling you walked to a grated hatch at the end of a pitch black dead end hall that you lifted to climb down a spiral staircase. Hearing the sound of shifting water echoed in the distance. Deeper and darker only the bubble you were walking down the densely silent cave resounding with each step taken on the silt coated floor. Around the first corner however you shot back into the wall behind you with a startled shriek causing the Elves watching to jump at the body that collapsed from a ledge you didn’t see far above you. The shriek and thud traveled up to let you all know how far down you found yourself.
Panting softly in a trembling moment you muttered, “Don’t look up.” Simply over the body you stepped ignoring the eyeless fiend that appeared again that receded in your harsh whisper, “I don’t eat bones!” With a shake of your head after the glowing mice now over the body went ahead down the path closer to the water sounds. Right to the edge of a dead end walkway that emptied into a pitch black lake of water roughly two stories below your feet.
“Where are you going?” Thranduil whispered and lifted his hand to smooth over his lips in your jump off the ledge.
The light of the glow mice now horned serpents radiated the outline of your body showed where you were but not where you were swimming to as you dove and dove towards who knows where. Thanks to your gills on your neck and mermaid tail the distance didn’t bother you at all. Finally a row boat dimly came into view above a set of chains, a muffled knock on the boat had those chains shift unsettling the audience even more. Underneath the boat light traveled with you and sunk lower in a peek a foot came into view along with the startled dark haired Elf and giant wolfhound that had Maedhros gasp, “Fingon,” while Maglor said “Huan.”
Up underneath the boat full of a pocket of air the chained duo used to survive while the tide was in you eased startling the pair only seeing just a ball of silver glimmering light. Silently you broke their bonds and from around your neck the chain of the controller was stretched around their heads instantly frightening the duo that with a shove you pushed through the mirror gateway into the crowd of Lords. Right away Fingon was clung to by his kin to the startling spell to dry his clothes and hair along with Huan’s fur the both turned to watch you ease out of the ship that dropped to the ground, each Lord explaining exactly who you were and how he was saved. Faster and faster you swam shifting from mermaid to a phoenix to shoot out of the water back to the ledge that now in the relief of the tug you felt back up you went to Lockhart’s side where you spun the controller again to when Sauron and Melkor led the march to Gondor.
All around the still calming rescued duo mouths dropped as you locked the rotting dial and let them get a better look at the distant island. All of what you could see topped by  glowing white trees for the few moments until you had to let it fly and soar over the dark kingdom and broken Shire, the painful ruins from which had you turn and hop out of the mirror doorway. Right away Glorfindel drew you into his chest for a panicked hug tailed by a face cupping inspection of you, “Please never do that again.”
Softly you chuckled and leaned into Thranduil’s own worried hug then stepped back asking, “Any clue where that was?”
Elrond, “Those mountains on the way back were on the cusp of Orcarni, though I do not recall that palace you were searching.”
Elros, “The island is Numenor.”
“Ah, well that’s good. I guess. More room for you all.”
Hastily you wet your lips and Celeborn asked, “What were you searching for?”
“I don’t know, them apparently. Everything, most times I can feel memories trapped in things, but inside the mirror it’s muddled, so I knew there was something, did find these though,” you said pulling a pair of ring horcruxes from your back pocket they didn’t see you tuck away. “Even muddled I could hear these screaming.” From your office you called the jar with Durin’s ring you uncorked and added these to and corked again then lifted your left hand to catch the Mirror Glass Charm that folded back up again with the necklace inside landing in your open palm.
Elrond asked, “What was that doorway?”
A Wizard can carry this along and through it people can go back and travel through wherever they went. Not very reliable for the weak willed Wizard but handy in a pinch when you need some sleuthing time.”
Glorfindel, “Sauron did not see you when you were in the same halls.”
“No, he wouldn’t, turns the wearer into a sort of ghost.”
Thranduil quietly leaned in pressing his lips to the top of your head with his hand on your shoulder luring your hand onto his wrist for a calming stroke along his forearm that brought focus to the new rings on your hand now in view of the Lords that saw the rings on your husbands’ index fingers.
Celeborn asked, “Are you hungry? You were inside that doorway for four hours.”
“Ah, felt longer than that, I guess you’ll be wanting a doorway to the island too?”
Elros, “If you wouldn’t be too troubled by that. The charm must have been exhausting.”
“I’ve had sneezes more exhausting more than that. Just a bit of scavenging.”
Elrond, “We have a meal prepared for you, come and eat must keep your strength up for nursing.”
Gil-Galad, “What was that creature who kept approaching you?”
“Fairy Plague is the closest we have to a name. There’s rules with Mirror Glass Charms, including you can’t eat anything, in a sense when you enter you give off the same aura of a fairy and he eats fairies but he can’t touch you unless you eat or drink. They used to be in the wild but then a line of Pixies mingled with some Muggles and there was a huge scandal where the confused Plague were seen by Muggles, and you can’t attack those creatures or, well let’s just say the earth tends to tear open and it’s a world shattering moment. Ministries from all over the world managed to lure them into the world of the Mirror Glass Charms so that they could feed safely away from the Muggles.”
Thranduil, “These Muggles almost destroyed your world then?”
“Well the Wizards managed to contain it into what is now known as the Grand Canyon which stretches 1902 miles.” Dropping jaws on the Elf Lords walking around you, “They managed to charm those around the canyon to believe that it had always been there before the record of Man. Shifting water levels splitting the earth and such. It very much could have broken that country within an hour at the least. They really are normally docile except around Fairies then they get hungry, and when other populations are threatened by Fairies one of the Plague is released near their lands and then taken back again after they’re contently fed. Just be glad I didn’t sneeze or that would have set lose the Grump Bats.”
Gil-Galad, “I hate to wonder what those creatures might entail.”
“Probably best you don’t know.”
Around the table the group all gathered with eyes on you watching from a small portal a large snake that slithered out up your arm that into a cup of juice from the table you offered to Lord Fingon. More than a bit frightened the Lord hoisted up with arms on the shoulders of two of his relatives eyed the cup then you, “I pulled you out of a thirty foot deep lake in the bottom of a cursed palace just to kill you with apple juice. Makes perfect sense. It’ll help that fractured leg of yours so you can walk Sir Hop Along.”
Maglor couldn’t help it but he chortled and translated for you and Fingon accepted the cup and finished it off grimacing through it to hear you say, “You’ll need a day off it and another serving tomorrow I’ll have it ready for you at lunch.” Off the table to the hiss of the snake an orange was lifted and peeled magically that it swallowed whole and lured curious smiles form the Elves who watched its mouth twist up into a content smile in its path through the same portal back to its habitat.
Into the dining room however you grinned seeing Regulus there at Lindir’s side in front of your father and Remus. All smiling in Em’s hurried trot over from your uncle’s side to your arms where she was lifted announcing the elephant in the room to your family smiling even wider. After a kiss on her head and hug for you Em gasped saying, “Big puppy!” With a giggle you set her down and she sped around the table to lay against the giant exhausted dog now wagging his tail excited along with the Lords to see the small child that began babbling to him between sloppy strokes and pats of her hands all over his head and side.
Awkwardly you looked to your uncle passing over the jar as he said, “Neville let on you went into the Mirror Glass Charm. Found them all?”
You nodded, “Yup, the other four according to these are destroyed, they were in Mordor. Found another Elf Lord and the puppy.” Your eyes shifted to your dad and you said in his eyes detailing your new rings, “And, I sort of got married after work.”
Loudly Regulus laughed and Remus chuckled in a rub of his hand over his mouth to your dad’s chuckle. Lindir, like a deer in the headlights looked at your uncle only to hear him say to your off guard husbands. “Sorry.”
Remus said, “I told you she’d say that Padfoot.”
Your dad came up with arms lifted revealing the front of the sling under the side of his jacket holding your sleeping baby brother, “Your mum said the same thing.” Folding you into a hug, “Congratulations Pumpkin.” Over your head he looked to the two as behind his back Regulus lifted your hand to see your rings. “Welcome to the family,” when you pulled back he said, “I take it this means the boys are my grandsons now too?”
You nodded and Remus said, “Good, we will add their names to the birthday tree, for now, will you need a sub tomorrow?”
“Should be fine, and Thranduil said I could do the Pegasus flyover above Greenwood tomorrow so you can calm the creature department I’ll give Buckbeack a flight.”
Remus, “Very helpful indeed, so very helpful they do love to swoop on us. Now we just need to get Percy through the band of Sphinx to their new habitats from their safe island. They’re all demanding days worth of riddles for themselves.”
Regulus came for a hug of his own and said, “We’re glad you came back fairly early. Enjoy your supper, we’ll keep Em from stealing someone’s giant puppy.”
Thranduil said, “That’s alright, I am sure Em could lift his spirits greatly.”
Regulus smiled saying, “Good, private dinner by candle light for us,” easing his arm around Lindir’s back cuddling close with a peck on his cheek that spread a blush across his face mid congratulations to you three.
In his glance back your dad asked, “You haven’t happened to pump yet?”
“I did, few hours before this.”
“Oh that’s good,” he said settling his hands on the sling to Fin’s waking grumbles, to the boy he smiled saying, “Come on Fin let’s go get you some milk before story time.”
Into your seat you lowered at Glorfindel’s gentle hand on your side and again you grinned at the table of eyes aimed at you. Out from the entrances the servants came with trays of food they laid out for each of you, your plate luring Em over to see what she could take to feed the puppy who perked up with each morsel he carefully took from her open palm. Quietly you focused on Em and eating managing to get her to eat some bites of food as well to not ignore her belly for the starving giant puppy surely to be well fed shortly once the kitchens readied his share to eat and rest at his leisure. Fingon much more content savored the meal his kin added more of their helpings to for his strength to return, though you could tell the scars across your face had him muttering lowly to them about how they were inflicted.
A question however had Celegorm asking you, “Queen Jaqi, that snake venom is able to heal bones, I am curious, is there no tonic to heal scars?”
“There are several, depending on how deep the scar is.”
Caranthir, “Your scars, why keep them if there is a healing tonic?”
“I was given my mother’s face, she had her mother’s face, who had hers, and so on for twelve generations back, this is my face.”
Curufin asked, “Might I ask, on your kin’s claim of stardust in your veins, is there a source to that belief aside from that inherited claim?”
“Well, it’s, it sounds more like a bedtime story really than something based on fact etched in some tomb.”
Celeborn, “We would be honored to hear the tale all the same should you agree to share it.” He said adjusting Tin against his chest to burp her in Arwen’s claim of the bottle her aunt had just emptied to wash later in sitting to hear the tale.
Em back at your side popped up asking, “Story time?” Smiling in her climb onto your lap to settle in for the story.
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With a swipe of your hand above your head the roof above your head revealed the stars shining brightly above your head and a pair of misty figures formed above the table hovering on a cloudy earth both apart then joined together in a loving embrace. “Back to the days of the birth of the Noble House of Black was Major Ursa Black. A Wizard who was an expert on the stars and all matters Astronomy and Astrology with an ear for their whispers on the wind married the greatest Seer of their age. The what the signs had told shown their First born came a daughter even though her mother believed to have seen a son as their first grown child so they named their girl Ursa after her father.”
The two figures now played out the tale with a baby held between them in a golden aura contrasting their silvery blue ones. “One day little Ursa got sick and kept growing sicker bedridden for her whole life kept away from light as it hurt her eyes and pained her head.” Their lips parted seeing the girl now glowing inside the dark outline of a house while her body grew across a growing bed and in her father’s arms while his figure danced in a sea of music notes. “But her nights she knew because her father would come home and dance with her in his arms or standing on his feet singing with her to what he called the song of the stars. Years he shared all their stories those stars she never got to see and as her time grew short she wished for nothing more than to one day see a star.”
Her body grew sickly and their chests clenched to the tale’s turn. Suddenly in a slink out of his daughter’s room the father left the house and took a broom flying up into the sky near the roof until he was just alone in a sea of stars their eyes followed. “And so breaking the laws of nature he broke into the sky finding the pastures of the stars slipping past their keeper and snatched one, and people below saw it streaking across the sky, but you can’t outrun the gods as the keeper had warned them taking notice of the theft.” Down to the house he came again chased by angrily glowing figures much larger than him that stilled at the Queen’s calming. “Though the Queen of the Stars in all her fury and contempt for the only one to dare steal from her, her eyes fell on the child he led them to and she stopped the others who paused and slipped away letting that child enjoy that single star.”
You paused as the story changed in the little girl’s passing and arrival of the reaper. “And one day the King of the Dead came to claim her soul on the day her name appeared in his book of those to claim and her parents wept and her father swore in laying her in the earth he would never look up to the stars again. Though a silent offer was given to the child buried with that precious stolen star, an offer to come see those precious pastures and dwell there where she could always see her parents and smile down and sing for them.”
Once the story of the girl’s place up in the stars was shown a new child arrived between the mourning pair soon joined by others with alternating colored auras. “Their assumed only child soon had younger siblings beginning with a brother, Orion, every one of them named after the stars their father shared in mournful endless tales and songs but never looked to drinking himself deeper into his depression they were his stars now and he would never let any take them from him. Years and years her siblings swore they could see her and hear her singing each night and up until she came weeping to the King of the Winds who wed the Queen of the Stars she smiled at them trying to get him to look up to the girl whose voice always echoed in his ears each night. And the King of the Wind sent winds like never before blowing and blowing until he was forced to get out of the house to appease his terrified children to bolt the slamming shutters and tear the broken branches away from their house tapping without stop.” The storm was mimed after the tale of little Ursa’s failed tries to get her father’s attention.
“And those winds blew him off his roof until he was on his back and paralyzed by pain and his eyes opened and the winds died, and there she was, his Ursa. Clear as water he could see her and sing with her as he did every night after with his wife and other children. And while her siblings grew so did she, one of the lesser gods asked for her hand and she had a family of her own she showed off each night.”
A battle brewed clenching their chests after a moment of peace in the tale. “Then one day word came for warriors and their sons were too young for battle so Major Ursa picked up his sword in his old age in their place and he fell on that field having brought down fifteen times what any other had to endure so none stepped foot on their lands keeping his children safe. And he had just enough strength to roll over and watch his daughter come down at the King of Death’s request, his kindness after that long wait. And all his children didn’t need a notice of his fall because they could see him that night up there in the sky. Holding her and her babies close dancing to their song and every night after, one by one rising to join their kin. But the men needed a Keeper of the Stars, so naturally his son, Orion, took up his place as expert to the stars and upon notice by others of the new lights n the sky the son named their constellations Ursas Major and Minor, The Big And Little Bear.”
The story faded to the bright glow of the actual constellations in the sky stunning them to silence a moment with eyes settling on you as you shared where the moon was that Em’s name was named after earning a giggle from her. A turn of your head had the boys now in your sights snapped out of their daze who hurried to greet Huan as well luring Em back to the giant puppy again. To Celeborn you said, “Not the friendliest or happiest story.”
Gil-Galad, “We share that same tale. One of the Maiar. A mighty tale and well worth the boasting.”
“The one thing we can be proud of from our generations of hateful ancestors who latched onto corrupting ideals. But our house is going to be unquestionably Noble again one day.”
Gil-Galad, “Your House is unquestionably Noble. I am looking at the proof. None of us are without fault or a gloomy past.”
After a moment of silence and a nod you glanced to Huan, now on his feet to go and lay in the garden the children had rushed into seeing a group of ducks that quacked and let them gently pat them on their way to the lake again from their nests. “Why’d they chain the giant puppy?”
Celegorm said, “Valar King Orome gifted Huan to me in our friendship in my youth. He is a Maiar blessed with immortal life, however he was doomed to fall to Melkor in his wolf form. Lord Fingon and Huan must have returned close to their lair and were captured. Thank you, for saving them.”
“Well, there’s a very short list of people I’d have left down in that pit, conveniently they all are already dead from their idiocy.” Making the Lords across from you smirk. Each of the once venomous Feanoreans now able to see just how visible the pain you had endured was being shouldered and worked through with a façade they themselves knew was shattering to hold to support a nation of people. All of that and still while they had thousands of adults you had thousands of children to protect and had taken even more so upon the arrival of Estel and the twins on top of your own child you had shockingly young. Slowly they could see you weren’t as abrasive and hard to befriend as you put off, truly granting them a chance to change while you tried to change yourself.
A squeaking yawn at Thranduil’s side and his eyes lowered to Em in her lean into his side between you both and he twisted to pull her up onto his lap while Estel and the twins were climbing onto you and Glorfindel’s laps. All together in a break of the gathering the children were all taken to the boys’ room now like your dorm in Hogwarts with beds built into the wall above built in desks with plenty of shelving around a round lounge covered in pillows for story time. Draped on the lounge a second story once the kids were changed was read lulling the four to sleep to be put to bed, the boys in their new beds they loved and Em in her own room back in your house. Gently you kissed her forehead in her nestle under the covers to the star casting crystal by her bed that began to hum its song.
Up again you stood to Thranduil and Glorfindel adjusting the curtain around her bed and blanket across the foot of it leading the way back to the hall they eased the door shut once it was behind them. “I guess we’ll have to go over living arrangements.”
Glorfindel, “Our homes are linked, that can be settled in time.”
Thranduil, “Exactly, our people are still bonding, your family does still join together in your home for meals at least once daily. We join in on that.”
Glorfidel nodded, “Yes, and for us we do usually keep sons and daughters in separate rooms while they grow and often wives have their own beds if they do require solace.”
“So, just, keep doing what we do?”
Thranduil smiled asking, “Do you have a set plan you wish for us to lay?”
Haltingly you replied, “No.”
They both chuckled and Glorfindel guided you back to the archways that brought you back to Rivendell. Thanks to a memory from Elros the lot of you were able to pass through to the restored island that the Elves from Numenor were already had been readying to return to their former homes to clear the overfilled spare guest wings of Rivendell. While they explored your husbands smiled in audience to your stroll between the swaying glowing white trees dancing and singing in your arrival, each glowing brighter in your hands tapping the trunks with branches coated in blossoms that began to open to your touch.
Lowly beside your husbands Celeborn said, “We are gladdened in your news.” His eyes lowering to the spread of flowers that sprung out of the ground behind the path you took, small animals and birds from distant darker willow trees flew to the glowing forest with timid deer that crept out more across the island now full of chatter from the returned Elves that all greeted them fondly calming each of them. “Her light seems to be growing in the discovery of those rings from Sauron.”
Glorfindel, “There is a great deal of pain we now can shoulder along side her.”
Thranduil, “At least her family seemed quite pleased with our union as well. So there will not be tension concerning their worries.”
Celeborn, “Has Legolas been told yet?”
Thranduil, “Legolas is on his patrols tonight, I will inform him upon his return. The attentions Jaqi made to include him upon the design of the ring will be endearing to him I am certain.” He lifted his hand showing him the rings you had given them, “These stones on our wedding band symbolize our children, they grow to the size of the middle stone and gain emeralds around them as they reach adulthood with Legolas’ in the center of our brood.”
Elrond, freshly returned grinned claiming Glorfindel’s offered hand tilting it to get a full look at the identical set of rings saying, “These are quite lovely, these must have had a hefty cost for hiring this Master Craftsman.”
Glorfindel stated, “Jaqi crafted these from clumps of earth in front of us when we presented her our ring.” Parting their lips, “We were quite open to waiting for display of our bond until her customs had been honored with a ceremony for her family although she wished to honor our bond to our customs as well.”
Thranduil, “Yes, in fact stated for her people she may just claim to have eloped and simply have a dinner of sorts to celebrate the union. That seems to be an acceptable route for her impression. Although we do hope she changes her mind later on and we may celebrate her choice of us publicly for her people and family one day.”
A giggle from you turned their heads to find Huan in a playful trot around you, up to your shoulder melting into more pets and attention from the woman who saved him from that prison. Under the light of these trees he felt his strength returning a bit more and curiously he watched you crouch and stretch to inspect more flowers and plants you seemed to not know while they were quite common to and everyone else. Even without speaking to the Numenoreans or other Lords you turned to Glorfindel’s side, his smile split wide open to your hand on his arm in a lean into his chest. Right on your forehead through your curls his lips pressed and he hummed, “Tired?”
“Just think they might want some space,” you said in the rest of his arm around your back under your curls.
Elrond chuckled replying, “Merely I believe you are catching on that the songs are about to begin. However you are always welcome here, I trust you know that.” You nodded and he said, “We offer our congratulations as well for your union.”
“Thank you.”
Celeborn stated, “Your birthday celebration shall be all the more special welcoming you as Queen of The Greater Greenwood.”
Two pecks on Glorfindel and Thranduil’s cheeks had the grinning pair still with their friends on your way to get some sleep before the day ahead. A quick shower and after hearing a pair of cleaners cleaning in the apartment you climbed into your own bed for the night, drifting off to bed with a final glance at your wedding ring from the pair.
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daywillcomeagain · 6 years ago
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a fading world
Something that I think people tend to miss about LoTR is that it’s post-apocalyptic.
In the War of Wrath at the end of the Silmarillion, large swaths of Middle-Earth (the parts that are called Beleriand) are utterly destroyed. (here’s a map of that; we have no idea of the Southern coastline, or how much area south of Beleriand was destroyed in the War of Wrath.)
In the Akallabêth, the island country of Númenor (at the time, the major population center of men and the hub for civilization and invention) is sunk. It was more than twice the size of the UK in terms of physical size, and with a population easily numbering in the millions; if you accept the early canon of The Lost Road, they had just invented steel-plated ships (equivalent to the early 1800s of our world), and directly after their sinking invent some form of airship (blimps were invented in the mid-1800s of our world, and airplanes in approximately 1900, which coincide with this estimate), putting them only one or two hundred years away from inventions such as plastic, machine guns, movies, robots, radio, nuclear bombs, and the internet. For reference, The Hobbit--with all its pre-industrial charm and its battles fought with sword, bow, and axe--takes place just over three thousand years later.
The world is changed. It has changed physically: Beleriand and Númenor are no more. Its people have changed: the Entwives are gone, the Petty-Dwarves are gone, the Elves are fading and leaving for Valinor, the Ents are falling asleep, the Dwarf population is declining, the Hobbits are fated to slowly disappear over the course of the next age. Even height and lifespan have decreased, just as the magic in the world has: Thingol, who was created rather than born, was likely around eight feet tall; Galadriel, who was born in the First Age, was 6’4; Legolas, born in the Second or Third Age, was shorter than both Aragorn (6’6”) and Boromir (6’4”). The first King of Númenor lived to be 500; Tar-Vanimeldë, third queen and sixteenth ruler, lived to be 360; their heir, Aragorn, lived to be 210, and is noted for his long life. This slow diminishing can be seen in everything from swords (ancient swords are valued in combat much more than newer weapons, even though the opposite makes more intuitive sense, as weapons can acquire damage through use, implying that older swords were made better or have other qualities that make them superior; it is noted in FotR that only swords from the Elder Days glow in the presence of orcs, implying that bladesmiths have decreased in ability, knowledge, or both) to trees (Telperion, which gave out a light brighter than the sun or moon, is the direct ancestor of the White Tree of Gondor). In all things, the trajectory is the same: once, the world was great; now, it is not, and it is shrinking all the time.
Perhaps the most poignant example of this for me is the Song of Durin, sung by Gimli as the Fellowship passes through Moria. He describes a glorious kingdom, lit by lamps of crystal, with floors and ceilings of silver and gold, with magic carved into every door, occupied by craftsmen and bards alike--as they walk through its stony ruins in the dark. The world was young, the song starts, and the next stanza begins with The world was fair; the last stanza, on the other hand, starts with The world is grey. Khazad-dûm, the place the song is about, is renamed Moria, meaning literally ‘black pit’. This is the message: Once, the world was beautiful and young. Now it is old and dark. Stars that once were “as gems” are now “sunken”. Gondolin has fallen; Nargothrond has fallen; Doriath has fallen; Nogrod and Belegost have fallen; Eregion has fallen; Moria has fallen; Erebor has fallen; Minas Ithil has fallen--honestly, it would be faster to list the cities in the legendarium that don’t fall than to list the ones that do. The greatest city of the Third Age, Minas Tirith, is dwindling, but its name means simply “Watchtower”--when it was built, it was not a capital or a great city, just a place for guards to keep watch.
Looking at the world in order, the heroes that are focused on grow--both physically and narratively--smaller and smaller, with less and less power: we move from focusing on Eru Himself in the Aindulindalë to the Ainur in the Valaquenta, and then the High Elves of the Silmarillion, the Númenorean Men of the Akallabêth, the hobbits in The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. We go from focusing on God and his angels to focusing on immortal kings and princesses with songs of magic to focusing on more ‘ordinary’ human kings and queens, until finally we arrive at the story of a middle-aged villager with no special abilities to speak of.
Even evil has decreased. The Sauron we see in Lord of the Rings is the bodiless shadow of the Sauron of the First Age--who is still but a servant to the greater evil, Morgoth, that drives the plot of the Silmarillion. Smaug is the last of the dragons.
In the Silmarillion, wars were won by beings near-godlike in power, sinking continents into the ocean and damaging the moon. In Lord of the Rings, war is won by a young man, armed only with a dagger, a friend, and a staggering amount of hope. The narratives of the world are changing from grand epics to personal stories of individuals, and the shining past is forgotten, or remembered only as story or song.
This isn’t necessarily good or bad inherently. (Well, except the fall of Númenor. The fall of Númenor was a terrible tragedy. But that’s material for a different post.) Lots of evil in Middle-Earth comes from people trying too hard to hold on to a past that has disappeared; lots of goodness comes from the small, dirty hands of a gardener. But it’s important, when looking at Middle-Earth in comparison with other fantasy settings, to remember: this is not a world full of wonder and magic on its rise. This is a world where grandeur is slowly but surely dying.
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rangers-arecool · 1 month ago
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For: Halbarad :: @menelvagor Muse: Hal Verses: Fading Light & The Sentinel
  A peaceful, clear starlit night with the full moon shining down and bathing everything in it’s bright silvery light. Or at least… that’s what it should have been. But instead, the darkened moonlight shone down on a land broken apart by cracks and crevasses in which shadows twisted and snaked. Never dispersing even in the light of day, for the sunlight could not touch them.
  Hoofbeats shattered the eerie silence of a desolate and abandoned farm, passing thorough broken fields on which stalks of golden wheat once grew. But now there was nothing growing, except for wild grasses and the few wildflowers that could survive on the darkness tainted earth. The farmers and animals who had called this place home, were now long gone.
  Miles had already been covered by the black Rohan warhorse and his rider. Traversing the ruined landscape easily and leaving the wargs that had tried to follow, far behind. But their long journey was not yet finished, for they still had far to travel to reach their destination and neither wanted to be caught out by daylight.
Hytbold | Rohan
  Had it not been for Hal, they would never have been able to make Hytbold into the safe zone it was now. Yet to many of those outside of the Dúnedain, the Commander of Esteldin had finally followed in her father’s footsteps. A fact that was completely untrue but one they couldn’t disperse at that moment. Even though Hal had continually proven her loyalty to both Aragorn and her kin, the sceptics had still remained.
  However what many of the Rangers knew, was that Hal had been on a long term undercover mission. In Carn Dum, Angmar. One way coded messages were the only communication that Aragorn received from her. But it had given them a chance to find the burned down town and for that, he was grateful. Although still worried for his friend and second in command.
  With a message of just a few words in his hand, the Dúnedain Chieftain went to find the one Ranger it would affect the most. It didn't take long to find the older Sentinel as he rarely went far from the East Guard Tower, the one facing the direction of his Guide.
"Halbarad. I'm taking over your duty tonight. You'll going to be needed elsewhere soon."
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rangers-arecool · 2 months ago
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Under fiery skies and encroaching Darkness, Imladris still stands strong.
Screenshotted and edited by: Lou For the AU verse: Fading Light
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rangers-arecool · 1 year ago
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Verse: The Last Alliance failed & Sauron won
Main idea: After the Last Alliance fails to defeat Sauron the first time, a low lying almost mist-like darkness has covered Middle-Earth as it enters the Third Age. The One Ring is lost amid the battlefield after Sauron's hand is destroyed and not seen again until it is found in the grasp of a Hobbit.
Light from the Sun and Moon are dimmed due to the darkness, cracks and crevasses form in lands that were once stable and fear reigns.
Lothlorien and Imladris have become beacons of light more than ever, while Mirkwood is destroyed, with Thranduil losing his life to protect his people and leaving Legolas in charge.
Bree and the Shire are protected by Tom Bombadil and Goldberry, while the Hobbits help the Rangers with food for the refugees.
Most of Rohan has been razed to the ground while Fangorn Forest and the Ents aid the survivors as much as they can. Gondor stands on the brink of disaster due to their proximity to Mordor.
Erebor and the Iron Hills are the main strongholds for the Dwarves, although they do try to assist the folk living around them survive. Without caring if they are Mortal or Elf.
The Rangers of the North continue to help and protect where they can. As rumours fly about one of their number, who has seemingly followed in his father’s footsteps and abandoned the Dunedain for the dark side. Unknown to all but his kin, Hal is on a dangerous long term mission as he has gone undercover in Carn Dum, Angmar.
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rangers-arecool · 10 months ago
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For: Fin :: @lordofthegoldenflower Muse: Hal Verse: Sauron Has Won | Dark AU
  A peaceful, clear starlit night with the full moon shining down and bathing everything in it’s bright silvery light. Or at least… that’s what it should have been. But instead, the darkened moonlight shone down on a land broken apart by cracks and crevasses in which shadows twisted and snaked. Never dispersing even in the light of day, for the sunlight could not touch them.
  Hoofbeats shattered the eerie silence of a desolate and abandoned farm, passing thorough broken fields on which stalks of golden wheat once grew. But now there was nothing growing, except for wild grasses and the few wildflowers that could survive on the darkness tainted earth. The farmers and animals who had called this place home, were now long gone.
  Miles had already been covered by the black Rohan warhorse and his rider. Traversing the ruined landscape easily and leaving the wargs that had tried to follow, far behind. But their long journey was not yet finished, for they needed to reach one of the few remaining safe places left this side of the Misty Mountains. Or the Dúnedan hoped Imladris still stood, otherwise it meant that Lord Elrond had fallen in defence of his home and people.
  No one barring Aragorn and the Rangers knew of the dangerous undercover mission that Hal had been on long term. All they knew was that the Commander of Esteldin had gone dark and abandoned her kin, just like her father had done before. Proving to many from the Elves and Men that their suspicions had been right about the gender-fluid Ranger all along. The rumours spread but none of those who knew the truth attempted to stop them, in fear that it would endanger both Hal and her mission.
  Now though… the situation had changed.
  20 years had passed since she last travelled the wild paths of the Trollshaws. Two decades since she had disappeared into the night, leaving behind a sleeping golden haired Lord with no knowledge of what was to come. It had hurt leaving him like that yet Hal knew that Glorfindel would never have let her go if he'd known. She leaned against a tree just outside of the entrance to the valley, watching her horse companion graze and waiting for her Captain to emerge.
  But it wasn't Aragorn who came to meet her.
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rangers-are-cool-moved · 2 years ago
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Verses tags (mostly set in the third era)
Some verses are muse specific, which is why they aren't on here. I’m still working on adding verse though, so this will be updated.
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rangers-arecool · 10 months ago
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Verses for: Hal
Always welcome to ask if you'd like poke at a particular personal verse.
Personal verses
Main
#*|* when the days didn't seem so bleak *|* :: hal's childhood years #🏹 a simple ranger turned leader 🏹 :: temporary chieftain #*|* i don't deserve the trust aragorn has in me *|* :: commander of esteldin #*|* when the rangers go south *|* :: the grey company
AU
#*|* i survived but i still feel dead *|* :: post pelennor fields #*|* laughter of a child *|* :: hal is a mother #*|* a flame of hope extinguished by uncaring hands *|* :: a pathless dúnedan #*|* at four grey walls that surround me / and I realize / yes /I was only dreaming *|* :: growing up in angmar #*|* i will follow the way of the rangers even in the darkest of times *|* :: hal - fading light
Crossovers
modern: park ranger modern: army war veteran #*|* we expect the unexpected *|* :: 75th army rangers #*|* my home is amid the stars & galaxies *|* :: enterprise security officer #*|* those in command don't always know best *|* :: SHIELD
Shared verses (below the cut)
Main
#*|* we were all young once *|* :: a new ranger #*|* we help where we can/ even if it means death *|* :: ranger mission #*|* when the north star lights the night sky *|* :: Hope is not all lost #*|* when a hobbit goes a walkin' with 13 dwarves & a wizard *|* :: the hobbit #*|* to walk among the shadows in order to protect those in the light *|* :: between the hobbit & lotr #*|* nine companions… so be it! *|* :: fellowship of the ring #*|* the beacons are lit / Gondor calls for aid *|* :: the war of the ring #*|* when all is said and done / it's time to go home *|* :: the war is over
AU
#*|* i hide from the present to preserve the future *|* :: lost in time #*|* when the light fades away *|* :: sauron has won #*|* lighting up a darkened world *|* :: missing rangers | au #*|* being empathic doesn't mean you are weak *|* :: sentinel/guide
This will probably be added to later.
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amid-ice-and-snow · 1 year ago
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Verses & Tags
Always welcome to ask if you'd like to poke at a particular personal verse. I will also be adding to this later.
Personal verses #*|* there was a point when mischief was the name of our game *|* :: chaos causing elfling #*|* when a son falls in his mother's place *|* :: elrohir crosses the redhorn pass with celebrian | au #*|* finding strength as a family *|* :: after celebrian sails #*|* the time will come when i'll see them again | :: elrohir stays behind | au #*|* feeling the emotions of others can often mean hell *|* :: elrohir is a empath | au #*|* when the blood of Man is stronger *|* :: illnesses | au #*|* a mother dead / a father unknown *|* :: becoming a parent
Verses Information Crossed between: Elrohir stays behind & becoming a parent | here
Shared verses
Main #*|* when a hobbit goes a walkin' with 13 dwarves & a wizard *|* :: the hobbit #*|* to walk among the shadows in order to protect those in the light *|* :: between the hobbit & lotr #*|* the beacons are lit / Gondor calls for aid *|* :: the war of the ring #*|* when all is said and done / it's time to go home *|* :: the war is over
AU #*|* when the light fades away *|* :: sauron has won #*|* being empathic doesn't mean you are weak *|* :: sentinel/guide
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rangers-are-cool-moved · 2 years ago
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For: Eruingil :: @storiedocs​ Unspecified Muse: Aragorn | Special request only Verse: Fading Light
  No one had ever considered what would happen if The Last Alliance of Men and Elves FAILED to defeat Sauron and his forces. None of them had even wanted to think about the consequences of failure. But it was something that they should have taken into consideration, in case a worst scenario situation happened. A scenario that not even Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien had even seen when she looked into the depth of her Mirror.
  But the worst DID did come to pass.
  And no one were prepared for it to happen. The meaningless deaths of Elendil the Tall, Ereinion Gil-galad High King of the Noldor and many of those, who had marched with them to destroy the Dark Lord and his forces. So much loss and no-one knew exactly why it had failed like it had. Yet the Free People of Middle-Earth still continued to fight to survive. A never-ending battle against a darkness.
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  A peaceful, clear starlit night with the full moon shining down and bathing everything in it’s bright silvery light. Or at least… that’s what it should have been. But instead, the darkened moonlight shone down on a land broken apart by cracks and crevasses in which shadows twisted and snaked. Never dispersing even in the light of day, for the sunlight could not touch them. Hauntingly silent and shattered.
  Guards constantly scanned the land surrounding the seemingly burned out town of Hytbold, watching for danger and the rare traveller. One of the few remaining occupied settlements in Rohan and protected by both illusions and spirits. To add another layer of protection, the Rangers had taken their camp beneath the town. Deceiving any who might attempt to find and destroy the Dunedain, much like they had the Rohirrims.
  There had been alerts raised by those on the Guard Towers by the main gates, of a lone traveller heading in the direction of Hytbold. But it was a traveller that both Strider and his Rangers recognised, even if she hadn’t known exactly where their Rohan base was. “Eruingil.”
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