#Tolkien rp

[uruuk]

NO MORE FLAMES. NO MORE DARKNESS. LET THIS RING HEAL THE RIFT BETWEEN ELF AND URUK . . . LET US CREATE A LASTING PEACE IN MIDDLE EARTH. NOW AND FOREVER. ©

[oakthcrn]

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑, 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕?

indie mutually exclusive fantasy original character, 𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏. loved and crafted by Jackie. promo by @korolnichevoya

[where-the-shadows-are]

okay, but is anyone still doing tolkien rp? if so, PLEASE hit me up.

[ofemeraldstars]

GOOGLE DOCS.

an independent, private & selective bridgerton original character blog. featured verses include grey's anatomy, modern, tolkien. my muse is multiverse and multi-ship. please read guidelines before following. mun is 32 y/o, so interactions with minors won't happen.

[lrdfthr]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀, 𝙄𝙉 𝘿𝙀𝙁𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 ©

[silcntsinners]

LIKE THIS FOR A RANDOM STARTER! I will check accounts with multi and throw one of my muses at one of yours 👀 see where it goes?!

[thegreatstrongbow]

To that chase went Huan the Hound of Valinor, and Mablung of the Heavy Hand, and Beleg Strongbow ... when they looked upon what was done they cast aside their spears and wept.

X

[oflorien]

#OFLORIEN  is  an  independent,  highly  selective  and  private  portrayal  of  LADY  CELEBRÍAN  of  tolkien's  legendarium.  headcanon-based,  plot-driven,  low  to  medium  activity.  this  blog  is  20+  for  the  sake  of  content.  EXPLORING  THEMES  OF;  i  have  my  fathers  eyes,  but  i  am  my  mother's  daughter.  softness  made  of  stars.  an  iron  tempered  by  tenderness.  a  maiden,  a  lover,  a  scholar,  an  archer,  a  minstrel,  a  mother. 

treasured  by  BLAIR.  they/them  25+

[quentafeanorians]

"He will kill us all... These streets will drown in elf blood and these fountains will spout red. And I... I will drown in these waters," the black haired elf spoke in a changed voice, his fingers half dipped in the fountain water and drawing circles in it.

"That is what is to come... or has it happened already?" He asked as he raised his pale grey eyes upon the other, his gaze as if hazed for a moment longer before he seemed to snap out of the strange state, confusion creasing his brow.

"Be well," he greeted with words and gesture, sat upon the water's edge and trying to regain his composure rather than forefeit his manners.

[oakthcrn]

𝑰 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬’𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑭𝑬𝑻𝒀’𝑺 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑭𝑶𝑶𝑳. 𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑾𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬.

Private • Selective • Indie Original character. 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑨𝑲𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵. Loved and crafted by JACKIE.

[dionadaiir]

There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.

A private, multifandom, multiship fantasy oc, Eden MacTavish Loved by Jackie

[lathalea]

The Hobbit RP

Are you into RP-ing or have you always wanted to try but didn’t know where to start? We’re running a Discord RP adventure with all the original characters from The Hobbits plus a bunch of OCs thrown into the mix.

We still have a few player slots open so if you feel like joining, please DM me and I’ll share all the details with you :)

[thateviljewler]

Is this it...?

Is this how I make posts?

I feel like my granny fighting with emails... Literally dunno how to tumblr. Anyway, I'm Katriona, she/her, adult nerd. Made this account months ago to look at pretty art, but might as well make something of it.

Larp is my passion so i might post some ocs or costumes I make. Sometimes I do cosplay as well.

Currently back to Silmarillion hell. That being said, I might or might not throw my silm shitpost on here, be it memes, headcannons or whatever else.

Back in my teenage years I used to do (not only) Silm rp on instagram and am very tempted to go back to that on here (insta was toxic af 💀). I'm not a native english speaker, and though I can understand pretty much everything, I'm not that good at writing unfortunately.

I'm a Mairon kinnie so he's my main muse ig, but can do Thuri, Gothmog, Fingon, Tyelpe and Celegorm as well. I don't mind trying to write other characters, but it'll be my first time and I don't have as many headcannons for them

If anyone is willing to rp with me (1 on 1 or group, both is fine), pls hmu.

Also is there some kinda tumblr etiquette? I don't see a lot of comments on posts, is that normal on here? Which tags should I use to have reach but not litter the tag boards or whatever they're called? I'm so confused lol

[enemiesofarda]

  BEWARE     THOSE     YOU     SHUNNED     —     whom     you     would     call     enemy¿

multimuse     set     in     the     world     of     tolkien's     legendarium.     heavy     headcanon     &&     merp     based     portrayal     for     the     original     characters     featured     on     this     blog.     following     show     canon     for     the     tales     of     glûg     from     rings     of     power,     supplemented     by     my     own     musings.

sideblog     to     putrid-tongue,     selective     and     mutuals     only,     multi-paragraph     to     novella     length     in     style,     21+     exclusive,     open     to     affiliates     and     mains.     discord     available     upon     request.     —     tended     and     nurtured     by     JESTER!     (28)  see pinned for more information.

[saephrond]

"— Gollum is pitiable creature, bound and broken by his own desires. He is what we might become should we let greed take root in our hearts. Yet, I cannot fully condemn him, for his suffering is his doing and undoing. He was born of darkness and is shackled to it by his own will. His tale is a sorrowful one. How fragile we are, when we lose sight of the light...

In the deep bowels of the Misty Mountains, Gollum's bony fingers possessively clutched his "precious" as it glimmered even in the absence of light. His hollowed eyes hadn't strayed from it for long, entranced by a presence that entirely consumed him. Now and again, cracked lips curled into a wicked smile. And at other times, features twisted with terror and hands trembled as though Gollum longed to tear himself away from the ring, but could not.

"My precious, my precious," he crooned, muttering nigh of incoherently amongst the shadows. It was his, and it soothed him to speak to it. To nurture it like it was his child. Yet, somewhere deep in his broken mind, crept a memory. One of the world beyond these damp caverns, of sun on his skin, and laughter in his throat.

Now, such memories only caused him unrest, forcing him to battle his own demons. Much worse -- himself. But, the Ring was his world, all he had possessed. And, he clung to it like a lifeline, even as it strangled him and perverted his soul.

"Let it go," Smeagol's weak voice whimpered and pleaded. "We don't need it. It's tricksy. Nasty. It's hurting us!"

Gollum's eyes flashed with anger, his lips peeling back in a snarl. "No! Foolish Smeagol!" He hissed, clutching the Ring tighter. "It's ours, don't you see? It keeps us safe. Safe from the dark things that would eats us up!" He leaned close to the Ring, a fevered glint in his eyes. "Yes. Precious watches over us."

Smeagol whimpered again, curling up within Gollum's mind like a wounded, cowering creature. "But, but it lies! It makes us hurt! Remember! We remembers the grass, the rivers, the…the friends!" His voice was frail against the weight of Gollum's fury.

"No friends!" Gollum spat, shaking his head as if to rid himself of Smeagol's words. "They would take it from us! Leave us alone with nothing. We keeps it, we keeps it, and we don't let them take it!"

Yet a tiny, trembling part of Smeagol persisted, pushing through the darkness. "Please, let us be free," he whimpered.

"Free? Free!" Gollum mocked in scorn. "What would we do then without precious? Go back? Be hurt by them, laughed at by them?" He shook his head violently, dismissing the thought. "No. We belongs here now! We belongs to…it."

Falling silent, Smeagol retreated into the depths of his mind where he felt safest, and Gollum let out a sharp, echoing cackle. He held the Ring close to his breast, drifting deeply into the darkness, for it promised him everything he could ever desire. And through his greed, it would feed on the scraps of light in him, leaving nothing but a faint flicker of who he once was.

[smaugthcgolden]

OPEN RP | Muse: Annatar

The sun shone brighter than ever, casting sharp light across the long hallway. From one of its many doors, a shadow slipped quietly into view. His hair gleamed, as golden as the sun's rays, as the elven 'Lord of Gifts' moved gracefully through the corridor. His destination was always the same: Celebrimbor's grand study, high in the tallest tower of Eregion, where their greatest works lay unfinished.

He had only recently revealed himself, carefully crafting a disguise to win the favor of the city’s Lord. Every word, every gesture was embellished with pleasantries, all designed to nurture their fragile 'friendship.' Yet much work remained, and time was slipping away. He hungered for the greatest of creations, a work that only one as skilled as Celebrimbor could complete. The Nine Rings, forged through ancient spells and bound by sweat and blood, their power unmatched. This was their shared purpose. Soon, all of Middle-earth would witness their glory, and he would ensure its completion.

For now, he made his way to the tower, eyes burning with determination. Nothing could stand in the way of his task. Yet, though he would never admit it aloud, a brief flicker of intrigue... and something close to fondness... threatened to pierce his cold heart. He almost felt excitement at the prospect of seeing the greatest of the Elven lords, the fair-faced Celebrimbor, deep in the midst of his craft.