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olessan · 1 month ago
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◈ The Flame of the West ◈
Elendil and Narsil ◈ Aragorn II and Andúril
Forged in the First Age by Telchar of Nogrod, Narsil came to Elendil of Númenor in the Second Age, and was reforged as Andúril at Rivendell for Aragorn II at the end of the Third Age.
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boromirswife · 2 months ago
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When your crush/queen doesn't find your joke funny 💔
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ringsofpowerdaily · 2 months ago
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ELENDIL & VALANDIL in THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER (2022-) S2E05: Halls of Stone
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elijahmiles · 2 months ago
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Elendil — THE RINGS OF POWER: WHERE IS HE?
Do you renounce your crimes? I do. And do you accept Ar-Pharazôn as Númenor's true king? I do not. Speak louder, Elendil, so that the assembled may hear you properly.
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olympiansowl · 2 months ago
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people: how many times have you watched this scene?
me: yes.
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drrav3nb · 6 months ago
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LLOYD OWEN as Elendil CYNTHIA ADDAI ROBINSON as Tar-Miriel LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER | SEASON 2
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criticallyinneedofadar · 1 month ago
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The Valar's Blessing
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A/N: So this is like my trial run of..... smut. It's just smut with Elendaddy.
Pairing: Elendil x F!Reader
Warnings: SMUT. spicey times. MDNI!
Translations
I eleni úva ná nilmë cotyala. Endoren mapuvan antassë, qui meril.- The stars are nothing compared to your brilliance. I would lay the world at your feet if you desired it.
melmelya- my love
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The sound of the sea is ever-present, a soft roar in the distance that mingles with the lively chatter of the guests. Lanterns hang in delicate rows above the city square, their golden light flickering in the evening breeze. The ceremony was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined; Elendil and you, standing together near the sea, exchanging vows in the old way, promising love and support before Varda.
After your promises, witnessed only by Isildur, Eärien and Anárion, a few of your closest friends, and Queen Miriel, you retreated back into the city for your reception. It has turned into quite the affair, surrounded by Elendil’s crew, several Sea Guard officers and their families. 
You stand by Queen Míriel, exchanging pleasantries, though your attention drifts. The night is warm, but it’s your husband’s gaze that sets your skin alight. Elendil, resplendent in his Sea Guard uniform, has shed the ceremonial armor he wore during your wedding, now looking like the man you’ve long loved—strong, yet more at ease. His dark blue uniform highlights his ocean blue eyes, the crows feet in the corners making your heart swell to bursting. He has continually caught your gaze throughout the night, stirring the fire low in your body. He winks at you know, smirking at the blush that grows on your face. 
He gestures with his head for you to join him at this side. You give a gentle shake of your own in return- nodding at the Queen, with whom you are currently conversing. A gentle roll of his eyes is the only response you get. 
“Something amiss, Lady Y/N?” Queen Miriel asks, smirking at you lightly. 
Your blush deepens, having been caught red handed, “Nothing at all, my Queen. Perhaps it is the excitement of the day catching up with me.” You bow your head in apologies, smiling at your Queen conspiratorially.   
Before you can excuse yourself from the conversation, Elendil is already at your side, his hand slipping possessively around your waist. “Forgive me, my Queen,” he says, voice rich and smooth, “but I must steal my wife for a moment.” Your stomach curls at the phrase. His wife. You could hear him utter those words for the rest of your life and never tire of hearing it. 
Míriel’s lips curve in a knowing smile. “Of course, Lord Elendil. Enjoy your evening.”
With a gentle tug, he guides you away from the festivities, the sound of music and laughter fading behind you as the two of you step into the night. He leads you to a secluded corner beyond the grand hall, where the ocean breeze is stronger, the scent of salt and the promise of stars filling the air.
“I could not wait any longer,” Elendil murmurs, his eyes scanning your face, taking you in as though you’re something precious, something eternal. “You’ve never been more beautiful. Like an Elven star come to life.” His voice is low, intimate, as if he’s sharing a secret only the two of you could understand.
Your heart flutters at his words, at the intensity in his eyes. He moves closer, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your skin. His kiss follows, slow and tender at first, then deepening as he pulls you against him. Every touch ignites a fire within you, his need, his desire, pressing up against your stomach, making you gasp into his kiss.
“Elendil,” you murmur against his lips, trying to catch your breath. “We still have guests...”
“Our guests,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, and finally the pulse in your neck. “Are several cups in by this point. They will not notice our absence.”
He kisses you again, more insistent this time, his hands wandering to your waist as he presses you gently against the stone wall behind you. His touch is all-consuming, a mixture of hunger and devotion. Your resolve begins to crumble, your breath hitching as he pulls you closer.
You try to protest, one last time, but the words never make it past your lips as Elendil whispers your name like a prayer, his mouth capturing yours with a passion that sweeps you away entirely.
You relent, sighing into his mouth and curling your hands in his sun-bronzed locks. He chuckles darkly, pressing you harder into the stones behind you. A moan escapes you as his lips travel from your mouth, to your neck, beard scratching against the sensitive skin there. 
“Elendil” you whisper, bringing his lips back to yours and kissing him fiercely, thrusting your tongue against his. “Take me home,” you gasp, “Make love to me.” 
His eyes darken, a stormy sea trapped within those depths. He says nothing as he grips your hand in his and hurries through the dark streets of Númenor. 
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The house is quiet as you enter with Elendil. He does not stop to light any of the lanterns, continuing back to his bedroom- your bedroom now. He closes the door softly behind you. 
Moonlight streams in through the open window, casting the room in soft blues and whites, illuminating the both of you. Elendil’s eyes seem to glow like a white flame. 
He gazes at you tenderly, fire and heat saturating his gaze. “I eleni úva ná nilmë cotyala. Endoren mapuvan antassë, qui meril.” 
“I do not need the world at my feet, Elendil. I need only you.” you reply. It takes less than a second for him to pull you into his arms, kissing you soundly and walking you backwards towards the large bed. 
He stops at the edge, staring deeply into your eyes as his fingers trace the laces that go down your spine. “May I?” he asks. 
“Only if I may in return.” you say, reaching for the belt that holds his holster and sword. 
He only smiles and begins to pull at the laces. Your heart races as you undo the belt, letting it gently fall to the floor. Your hands pull his surcoat up, interrupting his progress as you pull it over his head. 
Elendil manages to get the last of the laces undone, pulling your overdress down your shoulders and over your hips, dropping it to the floor. This leaves you in only your shift and underthings, Elendil in his dark blue tunic and trousers.
He reaches behind his head, pulling his tunic off and tossing it to the side. Your hands immediately come up to his warm chest, tracing the lines of his pectorals, the strong sturdiness of his torso. He takes a deep breath as your hands descend to the line of his trousers, grazing along the waistband. 
His hands grip your face, bringing it to his as he kisses you heatedly. His hands roam over your body, tracing the lines of your silhouette as you arch your back in response. His skin glistens with sweat already and you are not far behind. 
Your hands shake slightly with nerves as you reach for the ties at the shoulders of your shift. Gently untying them, you shrug the shift to the floor. Elendil takes a deep breath reaching out with one hand to softly graze the side of your breast, down your waist and around your navel. 
Your breath hitches and Elendil’s gaze darts back to yours. “You are my greatest adventure, melmelya.” 
He kneels in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours as he slides your underthings down your legs. His hands glide up your thighs, stopping at the softness between your legs. You feel his warm breath against your skin as he whispers, "You are so beautiful."
You feel his strong hand cup your warmth, and a shiver runs down your spine. Elendil pushes you softly to lay on the bed, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You watch in awe as he moves to join you, resting one elbow beside your head, watching you tenderly. 
His calloused fingers move so gently, caressing you, as you gasp and writhe beneath him. Pleasure crests higher as he moves two fingers to enter you. Your right hand jumps up to grip his shoulder, trying to pull him in, as your left hand grips his wrist, urging him to move faster. 
Elendil lowers his mouth to your neck, pressing hot kisses, and whispering words of how beautiful you look like this, how free. 
The pleasure crests over you in a rolling wave, you gasp out his name and grip his hair, holding him close. When the wave passes, he removes his fingers and kisses you like a man starved, holding your face and plundering your mouth. 
He moves to reposition himself between your legs, removing his trousers. Your eyes dart to his manhood, drawing a deep breath at the sight. Elendil runs his hands from your ankles to your knees, touch turning feather light the higher he goes. His fingers trace the sensitive folds of your womanhood once again. You moan softly as he teases you, your hips bucking off the bed in response to the pleasure. He chuckles, the low sound vibrating against your skin.
Holding your chin in his hand and gazing deep in your eyes, he enters you, filling you up completely. Your body arches off the bed, a cry of pure bliss escaping your lips. Elendil groans and buries his face in your neck, breaths sawing out of him. When your legs wrap his hips and squeeze lightly, he slowly begins to move, his rhythm matching the beat of your heart. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you breathless.
You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer as he continues to thrust into you. The room is filled with the sound of your moans, echoing off the walls. His hands roam across your body, exploring every inch of your skin.
Pleasure begins to rise in you again, the force stealing your breath at its power. "Elendil," you whisper, your voice hoarse with need. He responds by increasing the pace, his hips slamming against yours in a punishing rhythm.
You cry out, your body shuddering as waves of euphoria wash over you. He follows you over the edge, his own release shaking his body as warmth fills you. 
Elendil’s weight rests against you, as you both breathe deeply, basking in the warmth of one another. He raises his head and gives you a soft kiss, first your lips, then your cheeks, then your forehead. You giggle as he continues to praise you with little kisses. 
His smile is resplendent as he takes in your face. “My wife.” he murmurs, an adoring look in his eyes. 
Your fingers trace up his chest, holding his face in your hands. “My husband.” you say in return, gazing back at him. 
He pulls you gently towards the top of the bed, situating you both beneath the light blanket, pulling you into his arms and tracing your skin. 
The room is bathed in a soft, white glow from the rising moon, casting gentle shadows over the stone walls. You’re nestled against Elendil’s chest, his arm wrapped securely around you, fingers lazily tracing circles on your back. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing soothes you, and the warmth of his body lulls you into a peaceful calm.
“You know,” he murmurs, his voice deep and quiet in the stillness of the night, “I often wonder how I became so lucky.” His hand slides up to cup the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair. “To have you here with me.”
You smile against his chest, pressing closer to the steady beat of his heart. “I would go so far as to say the Valar have blessed me, Elendil. I never imagined this… us.”
He tilts his head slightly to look down at you, his blue eyes soft, filled with that same quiet wonder you’ve seen in him since the day you became his. “I will wake every day, grateful to have you by my side,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. 
You let out a contented sigh, your fingers absently tracing the lines of his collarbone. There’s a peacefulness in the air, a shared understanding that words can’t quite capture.
Elendil shifts slightly beneath you, his hand brushing against your arm. “Shall I draw you a warm bath?” he offers softly, his tone gentle, as though he’d do anything to make you more comfortable.
You shake your head, curling tighter against him, feeling the strength and comfort of his embrace. “No,” you whisper, smiling. “I never want to leave your arms. Not tonight. Not ever.”
He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against your cheek. “Might be a bit hard to fulfill my duties as Captain, but… I aim to please.” You smile, closing your eyes as the warmth of his body and the steady cadence of his breath soothe you into a blissful haze.
“Your duties as husband require you to stay right here. In this bed.” you sigh. His arms tighten around you slightly, pulling you impossibly closer, and you feel his lips brush lightly over your forehead once more.
“Then we’ll stay like this,” he murmurs, his voice a soft promise in the quiet of the room. “For as long as you want.”
The comfort of his words, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, lulls you into a deep, peaceful contentment. You feel his breathing slow, his warmth cocooning you, and before long, the two of you drift into sleep together, perfectly at peace in each other’s arms.
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crazyaboutto · 7 days ago
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Same energy and literally same thoughts
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Elendil truly has never seen such bullshit before. How could day overthrow his queen situationship and desecrate the ways of Faithful?
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skylessknights · 2 months ago
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Sea, I am like you, filled with broken voices by skylessknights
“Send…send for my maids.” she continued on, her voice slightly shaken, her composure diminishing by the second. “I wish to retire.” Elendil pressed forth. “I am at your behest.”
OR: Following the chaos that ensued during the funeral of the late king, Tar-Palantir, Míriel retires to her chambers with fresh wounds to tend to. Elendil tries his best to restore her faith but finds that it is easier said than done.
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starsoftheeye · 2 months ago
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it's absolutely wild that after outright hearing that the king is manipulating his daughter into believing her father hates her and accidentally confirming that to his daughter, elendil not only didn't attempt to reassure his daughter at all or ask her about this, but also just did not react to that piece of information whatsoever?
elendil ily you're great but you're not beating the emotionally neglectful father allegations my guy!! talk to your daughter!!!
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hailearendel · 9 months ago
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Decided to fight art block by finishing this drawing of young Elendil looking a bit bored in Andúnië. This has been sitting in the wip pile for the last three months! I'm obsessed with Elendil's early life in Númenor so I have a lot of these random moments waiting to be finished :D
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olessan · 2 months ago
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you both nailed this very platonic interaction good job
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boromirswife · 2 months ago
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Míriel and Elendil in The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power s02e06 ‘Where Is He’
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ringsofpowerdaily · 2 months ago
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TAR-MÍRIEL & ELENDIL in THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER (2022-) S2E05: Halls of Stone
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ercsir · 1 month ago
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The first time I saw Míriel and Elendil get along I thought of these guys from the movie Epic and now I can't stop thinking of this kids movie while watching them interact in the show
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olympiansowl · 2 months ago
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SPOILER 2x06
- Miriel spoke a word to Elendil in Quenya and I don’t know what does it meaaaaan
- Earien kinda knows that they’re in love, but after that scene, I actually think the whole city knows.
- Earien’s face when she saw the two of them in the prison cell…like yeah girl same I too can feel the love and desperation
- Earien also knows that Elendil only listens to Miriel and she went to see Miriel so Miriel could talk to him.
- WHAT OF MY HEART? That line was actually so on point, Miriel. You’re so in love 😭💗🤏🏼
- The sea trial…his happiness when he saw her alive ✨
- The sea trial…the fucking monster looked at her right in the faceeeee and spared her! Truly, an epic scene!
- Hail Tar-Miriel, Queen of the Sea! Elendil was so cunty I love him for that
- He actually called Pharazon a fake bitch to his face…like, this was so Durin of him.
- Also, Pharazon saw Sauron. He went to the Palantir right after the sea trial and saw Sauron 🕊️ it’s so over for Numenor
- The trailer for the next ep didn’t show Numenor, so my guess is that “shit will go down in Numenor” will be at ep 8 but like…I think there’s still something missing.
- HIS HAND ON HER WAAAAAIIISSSTTTTT 🕊️🕊️🕊️
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