#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.

[starwrittenfates]

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜…𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝!

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[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.

[thedivaking]

Following the war against Sauron and the destruction of the One Ring, the hobbit, Samwise Gamgee, returned to the Shire with Frodo Baggins, eager to reunite with his family and bring peace to their homes. However, as time passed, Sam noted the subtle changes in his friend. The burden of the Ring left Frodo's mind fraught with scars that seemed to deepen with each passing day. By the wound that marked his shoulder and the memories of his quest, Frodo had become plagued by vivid dreams and haunting memories, by a festering pain that bade him sleepless nights and deafening screams.

Amidst the Wilderland, where the air was crisp and laden with the scent of winter-blessed oak, the same hobbit from the Shire with a heart full of courageousness and a selfless endeavour, set off with Legolas towards the northern Halls of King Thranduil.

Rumors spoke of an ancient magic and a chance for healing at the wood king's hand. Sam's pursuit would lead him through dense forests and treacherous terrain, first through Rivendell and then to Lothlorien, until he found himself at the edge of Thranduil's realm. Through the sprawling woodlands Sam and Legolas navigated, their footsteps muffled by a carpet of freshly fallen leaves and a soft blanket of snow. As they ventured farther north, the landscape transformed into a captivating tapestry of nature's wonders. Enormous trees with twisted branches stood tall, their gnarled roots sinuously weaving about the forest floor. The song of unseen birds echoed through the air, harmonizing with the duo's footfall and the light chorus of running water in an untamed beauty known only within these trees. Although unfamiliar with the secrets hidden within these woods, Sam felt a stirring anticipation and an unmistakable connection to the pulse of the land. Each step the hobbit took was fueled by the hope that the ever elusive Elvenking held the ability to save his friend.

But even through her healing and restoration, the great forest had become even more foreboding after the War of the Ring as remnants of Sauron's influence had sought refuge within her shadowed corners. Sam clutched the phial of Galadriel, a gift from the Lady of Lothlorien, to his chest, seeking solace in the eerie stillness of Sauron's aftermath.

Soon thereafter, trees adorned with silver and gold ornaments welcomed them, and a soft, radiant glow emanated from countless lanterns suspended among the branches. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of evergreen boughs and festive spices that hinted at the season's celebrations. And the Wood Elves, with their welcoming grace, emerged from the shadows to greet Sam and their Prince. In garments woven in threads of starlight, they led Sam into Thranduil's Halls, a daunting cavern that had been transformed into a haven of warmth and merriment. Yule decorations furnished every corner, and the sound of laughter blended with the melodious tunes of festive songs familiar to Sam's kin.

King Thranduil did not traditionally partake in the celebrations of Yuletide as men or hobbits did. His people held their own customs and festivals deeply rooted in the ancient traditions of their Elven nature. None of which included decorated trees or hand-painted ornaments. But upon a spruce adorned with lights and tinsel, Thranduil found himself fixated. The twinkling bulbs brought forth to mind the starlight that filtered through the leaves of his realm. The colorful ornaments intrigued him with their detailed designs, setting in him an appreciation for the artistry involved in creating such fragile decorations. The crafts, handmade and heartfelt, most resonated with him as they were made with care and thought. The season's themes of camaraderie, goodwill, and the triumph of hope over darkness aligned with the elves' desire for harmony and served as a reflection of the enduring spirit of Middle-Earth. His kingdom would always welcome a stranger as though they were an old friend.

Samwise took a moment to gather his courage. With a respectful nod, he lifted his eyes to the Elvenking. "Your Majesty, King Thranduil," he began, bowing slightly to convey his respect. "I can't express how grateful I am for the kindness you’ve shown me. It's a right beautiful realm you've got here. But I've come with a heavy heart and a plea, for Mister Frodo Baggins, my dearest friend."

"The burden of the Ring has left wounds…wounds that go beyond what any herb or medicine can heal. I've heard tell of the ancient magic of these woods. The kind that can mend not just the body, but the spirit, too. I reckon, Your Majesty, that Mister Frodo needs healing, and I can't think of a better place to find it than in your company."

Thranduil listened until the hobbit was finished, his expression bearing a depth of understanding.

"Samwise Gamgee," he spoke with a measured grace. "I sense a purity and determination in your heart. The condition of Frodo Baggins is well known to me. And an owed debt to his cousin, Bilbo, shall be taken into consideration. The season speaks of renewal, of light in the dark. The healing of the spirit is a delicate matter, but any chance for such shall be explored."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your kindness means the world to me and Mister Frodo. We’ll be forever in your debt."

Thranduil offered a subtle smile. "In matters of healing and of the soul and mind, little hobbit, debts are not measured in gold but in your actions which forge the future of this world."

Sam nodded, and with gratitude returned to the celebration held in honor of his arrival.

The King remained an attentive observer to the mirthful scene, as elves danced gleefully beneath the twinkling lights and joyous melodies filled the air. Green and scarlet decor filled the room, and the crackling of countless hearths cast a homeliness over the exchanging of gifts, feasting and drinking. Thranduil's thoughts lingered on Sam's earnest plea and the determination that filled the young hobbit. He admired the unyielding loyalty to Frodo and the gentleness of his spirit.

'In the pursuit of healing, we find the strength to mend not only the wounds of the past, but also to forge a future where the light of hope outshines the Shadow.' Thranduil mused quietly to himself, his gaze fixed upon all who celebrated. Despite what had come of the age, there, in the midst of the coldest Winter, a glimmer of hope emerged -- for it seemed that the spirit of Yule brought joy to a world scarred by Sauron's darkness and a renewed faith that Middle-Earth would yet endure once more.

Writer's Notes:

Mirkwood had been renamed by Celeborn and Thranduil to Eryn Lasgalen ( or The Wood of Greenleaves ) after the defeat of Sauron, which is why I didn’t refer to it as such in this piece.

This is part of a new series I’ll be working on. We know Frodo was stabbed by a Morgul blade and never healed from it, but Sam is determined to help him. As well, we know this won’t happen, and Frodo eventually leaves for The Undying Lands. However, I thought it would be nice to kind of combine some of my ideas into a whole story. So, this Yule piece takes place while Sam is in Eryn Lasgalen, and is Thranduil’s attempt at making him feel at home. Soon, I’ll do one about the yule log ( in honour of Emerys ). Sidenote: Thranduil and his people are said to be some of the most hospitable in Middle-Earth ( even in regard to prisoners ), so adopting holiday traditions upon receiving a visitor from the Shire, especially one who knew Bilbo Baggins, is something he would very much do ( at least, in my own portrayal ).

[dionadaiir]

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

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

[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.

[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?!

[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.

[admirableringmaker]

Sauron was become now a sorcerer of dreadful power, master of shadows and of phantoms, foul in wisdom, cruel in strength, misshaping what he touched, twisting what he ruled, lord of werewolves; his dominion was torment.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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. 

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[pxnxply]

A multimuse rp sideblog for both canon and original characters from Tolkien's Legendarium. featured characters include Melian the Maia, Andróg, Beren, Idril & more.

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[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 :)