#alatariel

[thelien-art]

Galadriel; Lady of the Woods of Lothlórien

I like to think she doesn't wear anything that can be confused with a crown in the third age, both because she doesn't want to be the high king and because I think she thinks she´s not worth it. Not going back to Valinor after the war of wrath was her way to cut ties with the royal family in a way, because she´s too restless and ambitious for Valinor. Also, she´s just not interested.

She goes back to the Noldor braiding system somewhere in the third age after having loose hair like the Sindarin for the first and second.

Second Version;

I didn´t know which I liked best so here is another version of the same drawing

I think this one fits more with the woods since they are called "the golden woods" I just also think the first one has her pop out more., idk

Also a quick one without the halo cuz why not

[eldamaranquendi]

Galadriel by  Alex Chen

[symphonyofsilence]

What I find fascinating about Galadriel's story, the story of the rebel Noldo who dreamed of ruling a land of her own, actually survived to rule her own land until the end of the third age, and all the while dreamed of home is that it's the story of someone taking all the risks, paying all the price, forgoing everything she had, going all the way, and getting what she wanted only to find out that that was not actually what she wanted. Only to want to go back to where she was at the beginning. Only to want to go home. Maybe it was as glorious as she imagined, but it wasn't worth the price. Maybe it was exactly what she had in mind, but she's got it years after she's wished for it & her wishes had changed since then. Maybe she was actually good at it, but "there's no place like home".

[highly-flammable]

I don’t care what anyone says, I love Morfydd Clark’s Galadriel. Took me a while in S1 to warm up to her but that’s my girl. And you can argue about her being unlikable in the show, and she was certainly stony especially at first, but Morfydd’s performance outsold. It always did. And in S2 she is even better.

[milla984]

which is your favorite lotr or silmarillion character?

Galadriel (artwork by Matt Stewart)

[art-of-firefly]

Galadriel

For this series of chara-designs i only do lineart and flat colors so i can’t do justice to her hair (i’ll have to make full illustrations to paint her perfect hair adequately)

House of Finwë

[theworldsoftolkein]

[solaneceae]

fellas, which is gayer: being gay, or whatever it is that alatariël and alia-aenor have got going on-

[alatariel-gildaen]

I know this isn't actually the New York Times, but it made me chuckle.

Anyway, go have a read here if you like the idea of Daryl as an artist and Carol as a life model, and of course the ensuing smut 😉

[reginaofdoctorwho]

Hi hi hi hello! For your most recent ask game, numbers 1 and 34? :D

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

pretty much any member of the oak-garcia family and hermie unworthy. i guarantee as soon as i get into something new that will change lol

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

i was a theater kid in high school, so still all of hamilton, deh, bmc, heathers, next to normal, and a bunch of other musicals. also some crane wives songs like "never love an anchor" and "nobody" and some will wood songs like "becoming the lastnames" "your body my temple" "tomcat disposables" "marsha thankk you for the dialectics" and "skeleton appreciation day". also "marineers revenge" by the decemberists. it is GREAT

thank you so much for the ask!

[sulsulzukohere]

TS3 Remussirion Eyes + Face Crystal Blush Dump

Novo Analogue - 6 swatches bZip - 5 swatches Grim Reaper - 4 swatches Alatariel Blush - somewhat recolorable, ts4 original by @nyltiacsims

Back with more conversions. Hope you enjoy! Eyes are in costume makeup and the crystals are in blush (no thumbnail, I tried). I was going to release a lipstick conversion as well, but the RGB mask was refusing to work.

Download SFS / Mediafire Alt

[eldamaranquendi]

Galadriel by Anthony Catillaz

[greypetrel]

The real difference.

Gimme a head with hair, Long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, Streaming, flaxen, waxen🎶

You're not a real millennial if you don't have war flashback of guys walking buy surrounded in clouds of Axe cologne.

Also as a curly person I can assure you that there's always a particular kind of horror when I hear people saying that they use 2 in 1 shampoos and nothing else. Horror and envy.

Thank you @ndostairlyrium for the idea, and Alatariel (on Instagram) for a similar prompt, here's your friendly neighbourhood shitposter-gal.

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

a last alliance

Nenya sparkles in the sun, suspended between them, cradled in his palm.

It still startles him to see his own unblemished hand, but as he surrenders the ring—as his heart accepts its impending loss—he feels the luster of its power begin to leave him.

As Galadriel reaches out to take it, he feels relief.

He had fled the battlefield—out of astonishment, out of embarrassment, out of the guilt that came with the realization that in finally reaching for the thing that he desired, the object with the power to liberate his children from the threat of Sauron forever, he had betrayed them.

For the unforeseen cost, he had learned, watching his flesh transform before his eyes as dawn broke over the eastern rise of the mountains, is that he should cease to be one of them.

Too ashamed to let them see his uncorrupted face—his beloved children, the ones who had fallen in such great numbers at his asking, he had sought the shelter of the wood, high above the city, and hid. Some had followed, of course—his faithful sons, ever attuned to their father’s movements.

He had commanded them to stay back, away, and they had obeyed his wish.

That is, until they returned with her.

He had been paralyzed, frozen and inert against the stone until he had heard her voice: soft and imploring, not sharp and menacing, as it so often had been in her dealings with him and his children. He could sense her desperation, and he knew, in that moment, that it matched his own.

As he’d turned to her, revealing his original form, seeing the wonder in her eyes, he’d been filled with hope for the first time that he could remember. For after all, if a ring—little more than a trinket—could heal the wounds of a thousand years, then surely, they—two beings with minds and hearts, who had lived and lost so many times over—could find forgiveness between them.

He holds his palm steady, determined to assuage any of her fears that it might be a trap. No more flames, and no more darkness, he promises her, speaking of a lasting peace—of healing, at last, between elf and uruk.

She slips Nenya onto her finger, and he watches relief wash over her. As she studies the ring, he studies her, appreciating how radiant she is—like the brilliant dawn of the first sunrise he had glimpsed as he’d emerged from the bowels of Angband.

She does not need a ring to radiate with light, and yet Nenya amplifies her beauty even so.

She was a worthy adversary, and now, she will become a worthy ally.

Basking in her light, his limbs feel stronger, his sinews ready. With her at his side, his heart assures him, they will win.

A twig snaps, and they both turn their attention in the direction of the sound. Striding though the sun-soaked forest toward them, with an air of unpracticed confidence, is a tall, blonde figure, clad from head to toe in black.

“It is him,” Galadriel breathes, turning back to Adar with a maelstrom of quiet terror swirling in the depths of her crystal blue eyes. She places a hand against her breast, the place where she has hidden the nine rings. “I cannot face him alone.”

Setting his jaw, Adar draws his blade, stepping in front of her. “You will not be alone, Alatariel.”

As Sauron draws a blade of his own, Adar glances back to lock eyes with her once more. “No more flames,” he murmurs. It is an earnest offer: an offer to set their tenuous alliance in stone as hard of that which sits within the ring of adamant that she wears.

“And no more darkness,” she answers, resolved as she bares her teeth, drawing her own weapon.

Together, they charge toward their ancient enemy.

Read the rest on Ao3.

[eowyn7023]

SPOILERS S2 EPISODE 4 , ROP

OMG! Adar greeted Galadriel with Quenya! A FRIENDLY greeting! He said "May a star shine on the hour of our meeting!" And he said the Quenya version of her name: Alatariel, instead of Galadriel!

OMG!! OMG!!

sorry I don't have anything else to say about the episode. Stoors, Tom Bombadil, barrowwights, Entwives, nameless terrors in the mud, whatever.

@baddybaddyadardaddy @bigblissandlove1 @niennawept @catz4ever @mylovelylittleobsessions @orehuna @vreenak @theamethystvampiress @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @sophiegreenleaf

sorry people I forgot.m

[melestasflight]

I'm aware some of this is later versions of canon, but Celeborn and Galadriel giving each other pet names is adorable and I LIVE for it!

Celeborn names her "maiden crowned with a garland of bright radiance":

Thus the name Alatariel, which, according to the late version of the story of their relationship (p. 231), was given to Galadriel by Celeborn [...] which she chose to use in Middle-earth, rendered into Sindarin as Galadriel, rather than her 'father-name' Artanis, or her 'mother-name' Nerwen.

then in LoTR, Galadriel calls him "the Wise":

If our folk had been exiled long and far from Lothlo´rien, who of the Galadhrim, even Celeborn the Wise, would pass nigh and would not wish to look upon their ancient home, though it had become an abode of dragons?

and everyone around them is obliged to accept these pet names as their default names without question.

ROMANCE GOALS BABES