#Elrond and celebrian

[halfelf558]

Tolkientober - day 7 - dance

Elrond and Celebrían because we all knew I’d draw them at some point during this XD

[darklinaforever]

I would have loved to have more information on this tragic love story of Andreth & Aegnor !

They, but also Elrond & Celebrian would have deserved more material in Tolkien's writings !

These two relationships break my little heart !

[annoyinglandmagazine]

I need a Mamma Mia AU where when Elrond and Celebrian are marrying and Elrond wants to track down all his various parents so they can be there. Like this is a normal enough couple, Elrond’s a doctor and Celebrian’s a teacher. And they are trying to get two key members of the most infamous crime family to come to their wedding.

And then there’s the whole thing with the fact that the same crime family is the reason Elwing decided to flee the country after her husband, a war hero who turned up like a decade ago, shot a king pin and no one’s seen him since. And the army, police and secret service are all notified that all these people are back in the country at the same time and think this is going to be the site of world war 3. And then they find out they’re just going to their son’s wedding. And they’re really confused but sort of relieved? And then they find out who he’s getting married to. Because now she’s involved. The only one they never caught, despite the fact she still seems to have whole cities under her control. She’s untouchable. And she hates the rest of her family with a passion. And she’s the mother of the bride. They are really done with this family.

[mcdenalde]

The vibes for chapter seven…. In which Celebrian has a mental health crisis after getting ditched in the woodland kingdom.

[leggy-lass]

Elrond and Celebrian! My fav ship ever!

[youmisguidedmartyr]

What if you were born during a WAR and your dad became a STAR and your mum became a BIRD and your people were KILLED and then you and your twin were KIDNAPPED and then your kidnappers either DIED or fucked off to the BEACH and then your twin chose a MORTAL LIFE and then you became a HERALD and then your King got given a really cool RING but there was ANOTHER WAR because SAURON WAS ACTUALLY the RING GUY and then your King DIES and then your cousin/wife gets ATTACKED and then she SAILS and then your Foster son falls in LOVE with your DAUGHTER and then there's ANOTHER FUCKING WAR because SAURON IS BACK and then your daughter also chooses a MORTAL fucking LIFE and then you just FUCK OFF TOO but your twin sons didn't make up their MINDS

[starandfeathers]

[sakasakiii]

elrond through the ages based on one glorious panel from chapter 95 of Black Butler (hopefully i got that right....). in the context of this sequence, i always thought it was sad to think abt how many people elrond has lost throughout his life alongside how remarkable he is to remain "as kind as summer" still by the time the hobbit rolls around 🥺

i redrew elrond's poses based on ciel's in the original panels BUT i forgot what page exactly the original panel sequence is... however!! if you scroll down to the middle half of this blog post you can find the original reference pic :D warning that it includes heavy spoilers for the black butler manga so u could just alternatively google 'ciel phantomhive running' and it'd probably be one of the first results that pop up haha

[balrogballs]

Or would they squeeze her into a perfunctory line in a thousand-page story, as a throwaway reference to the tragic life of Elrond Peredhel? When they write the histories of the Third Age, would they take her long, loving, beloved life, and shove it into three weeks in a cave on Caradhras?

Would that be her fate?

Four-thousand-year-old Celebrìan, the earwig-squasher, the snort-laugher, the breadcrumb-leaver, the beating heart of the valley, who lived as well as she could, until she couldn't. Brave, kind, beloved. A single footnote long.

A South Asian inspired take on the wonderful Celebrìan, gorgeous scars and all, who has a very special place in my heart and frankly is someone I Can Never Be Normal About. Art my own, words from my fic.

[starsofarda]

But boy oh boy the tension it must have been when Celebrian told her mother Galadriel that she fell in love with Elrond and Elrond reciprocated her feelings.

Like, POV Celebrian: Elrond as a perfectly mannered Elf, noble and knowledgeable, the love of her life *heart eyes*

POV Galadriel: Elrond WHO. Is that a Noldorian battle braid that I see, specifically Cousin Thrice Removed Maedhros Feanorian Branded? Do I spot a Feanorian star on his clothes? Is he FUCKING SPEAKING QUENYA. Also, he is being absolutely feral. WHY THE FUCK IS HE SINGING LIKE FUCKING MAGLOR. Why is he hanging out with Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor. Daughter. There are many other Elves for you, why him.

And so on.

I get that then Elrond must have been charming enough to placate his future MIL, but still. First impressions, huh?

[tripadvisor-said-fivestar-mordor]

Please correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t remember in the Silmarillion or the Lord of the Rings any characters who fell out of love (like mutual love not unrequited crushes (and unless death (or presumed death) separated them)). Arwen and Aragorn remained together till death did them part, and so did Beren and Lúthien. Elrond never replaced Celebrían, Celeborn followed Galadriel wherever she went, Eärendil chose immortality and remained by Elwing’s side, Idril stayed with Tuor, I’m not talking about Nimrodel and Amroth, and Gorlim betrayed everyone for Eilinel.

I just feel like that says a lot about Tolkien’s view on love / Edith

[eliounora]

elrond and celebrían💫

[sempermoi]

Here’s my art for my TRSB collab with @oatmealcraisin

The fic tied to Elrond’s portrait gallery will be revealed in a few days and I can’t wait to reblog the link then so you can all enjoy their work!

Here’s the individual portraits in a close-up:

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Post War of the Last Alliance Elrond

It felt silent, though it wasn’t so. Perhaps it only felt so in contrast to the dread cacophony of screams and the clashing of swords on armour and flesh that had haunted his every waking step for so long he’d been sure that this was all there would ever be. That this was all Arda was an ever would be. But it was not so. Now it was simply still. He was vaguely conscious of soldiers around him picking through the bodies to find their dead, their loved ones. When did something so horrifying become merely expected? He was certain, as he looked over the expanse of armour, blood, trampled banners and funeral pyres before him, that there were more dead than alive. He leaned against his sword as he made his way to where the largest amount of what remained seemed to be gathered.

He was faintly aware of a stab wound in his side as he moved though he found it easy enough to ignore. In fact he could scarcely tell where it was. There was was so much blood. The bitter copper taste filled his mouth and slid all over his armour and every inch of his skin and clothing, he could feel it encrusting a lock of his hair to his forehead and there would not have been any point trying to fix it even if it had been more than a barely conscious thought in his mind. For there was blood slicked over his hands as well. The wounded soldiers parted once they recognised him. And he saw what they were gathered around, though he’d known in his heart as soon as he’d seen them, known since the war had begun, since the day in that tent in a war so similar to this one that it was as if it had never ended when he had first met the person who would change the course of his life he’d known on some level that this is what it would come down to. There was a pyre set up a bigger one than any of the others. And on it laid the remains of the king, recognisable only by his armour.

There were people talking and sobbing all around him but it was as if they were all drowned out by the growing humming in his mind, that was nothing like the music any elf or man was capable of making. It was the making of the world and the destruction of what had came before and he could feel the seismic shift in reality, in Arda itself, the swell and crescendo. But as much as he could feel the world and it’s theme all around him, he saw none of that potential and life before him. His eyes could take nothing in, his presence in this place reduced only to the crown and the blood.

He pulled himself back to the field with a forceful jolt and saw that all the crowd were looking to him, the combined image of so many of their great leaders and legends, bearing their blood and crests. He could not, would not, be the king they wanted. But he nonetheless knew that they needed someone to provide some illusion of control for now. They did not truly need a saviour after all, they’d had plenty of those in ages past, a new age needed new ways of thought, new kinds of heroes. Regardless, all the legends were dead.

Nevertheless he picked up the proffered torch and doused it in the fire. He set the pyre alight. How ironic that it should always come back to fire, where everything was ended and born anew. They had thought they were coming to a new age of peace where they could let go of the flame and lay their weapons down. And yet here they were, and the Second Age ended once again in fire. The smoke filled his lungs, and he should have been in a coughing fit by now but he couldn’t seem to focus on something so real when everything was steeped in symbolism and destruction.

So he stood there in front of the pyre letting the smoke block out his vision and watching the red ember flicker, like a statue that would never be moved, and for a moment he could feel moments and thoughts that weren’t quite his own filling this void he was standing in until he was living every age of the world at once. They were all so similar it hardly mattered whose they were, for they all spoke in the same voice standing in front of their own pyres.

And as he was standing there he felt movement at his side. This shouldn’t have been unusual, and yet it was for, unlike all the other noise on this field his mind could not block that rustle out. He turned and saw silver hair glinting, Celebrian walking to stand at his side. They looked at each other for what felt like centuries and they understood perfectly what the other was thinking, but more importantly what they were not, what could never be made coherent even in their own mind, in anyone’s mind.

They knew there were no words either could use to make sense of all that had happened or the situation they found themselves in so neither tried. He felt the first traces of tears escape his eyes as he finally grasped that this was real, he was here and he knew this because someone else was here with him. Then just as he was trying to mask his inner turmoil to provide an image of reassurance he felt the brush of warm skin against his own.

Slowly he intertwined their fingers, bloody and calloused before the grave of his dearest friend, and yet very much there. Broken, just as he was, but there. And perhaps both not quite broken enough to give up just yet. And so he squeezed her hand in his and felt her squeeze back as the fire roared.

[runawaymun]

Happy Valentines to Them specifically ❤️❤️❤️

[cheesy-cryptid]

Elrond and Celebrían